Die With A Smile Writer Novels & Stories

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Makes people envious! "A handsome man and a beautiful woman. Adrian, Bella, and Tia really look like a happy family." Adrian panicked for a brief moment after hearing those words, but he quickly calmed down. She had been so ruthless, abandoning him and Bella at the hotel. He'd let her suffer a bit inside. Consider it a punishment. Once everything was explained tomorrow, she would understand him. So he allowed his friends to joke freely in the group chat, the atmosphere growing wildly heated. Suddenly, the laughter stopped short.

I have no idea how I'm supposed to stop a monster without the power that was meant to destroy him. Kei's mother looks at me for a long moment, her eyes seeing past Kei's face, searching for the son she knows. Then... very slowly... she smiles. Not because she believes me. Because she's trying to make me feel better. It is the saddest smile I've ever seen. The smile of a woman who has already made peace with dying. The smile of someone who signed her own contract with death long before today... and is only waiting for it to finally come collecting.

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.

"What if I kill him?" He raised a brow, but his smile stayed intact. "Answer me," I pressed, twirling the ring that somehow fit perfectly well. "What if I shoot him dead?" He broke into a laugh as he dragged another smoke, then nodded. "Even better, darling." He turned and walked away, leaving me standing in front of my mother's ashes, ready to betray her in every way possible.

I approached him to the beat of the song. I closed my eyes for a moment. I got closer to him. He was waiting for me ... a killer. I put my hand next to his eyes to close them. He understood me and closed them. I was breathing in his lips. They were warm. So fucking warm. "I ..." I lost my mind for a moment. "Just do it, Miss Laura. Or maybe you're afraid ... of me?" he smirked. And then I kissed him. I kissed this fucking killer. One...Slow and uncertain

“You lived with her.” Adrian’s lips parted. “I stayed with her.” “You watched her,” my father said. “That is not the same thing.” The words struck harder than shouting. Adrian sat down on the bottom step of the staircase, his face empty. My mother had my phone now. The officer helped unlock it, and the screen lit up with the last things I had searched before I died. Same-day drug trial payment. Kidney pain after medication. Vomiting blood after trial dose.

CHLOE. If my death was going to make him happy then I was ready to die. I would gladly die for him to be happy. I was the one who made him lose his smile, it was just right that I would be the one to bring back that smile. He tightened his grip on my neck, and I shut my eyes to let it happen. Then his voice sounded, “If you think that I am going to give you the easy way out then you are lying to yourself!” He growled at my face and then let me go.

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

She was a rare combination of beauty, kindness, and a genuine soul. Yet, it was her smile that made me stop for a moment. Simple and free from pretense, a warmth reflected in her eyes. It was a smile that echoed authenticity, a reminder of her emotional purity. As if she could sense the weight of my gaze, her head turned, and that captivating smile graced her lips once more. I felt a flutter in my chest, a rapid beat of my heart that echoed the deep resonance of our connection. SHE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.