Dying Wishes Novels & Stories

There's a wicked look in his face, almost like he's fucking daring me. With a sigh, I gave him my number and the rest as they say is history. I started getting cleanup calls for all the mob bosses and their men then it became its own service along with killing. I’ve become numb to the entire exchange, I wish I could say I feel bad about it but I’m not killing school teachers or nuns, the guys I’m hired to kill are bad men, they’ve done terrible things. Do I feel bad for their families? No. They’re better off.

He whispered, losing his breaths, shutting his eyes from anguish. “What do you mean?” I asked hesitantly, coming closer and sitting beside him, rubbing his back and taking his hand in mine to soothe him. He was devastated, he was leading the same path as his Father but I had sworn I won’t leave him like his Mother. I won’t. “Before dying, My Father’s late wish was to end all life support of his wife so they both could die together which I obeyed but I couldn’t tell him now that I understand how you must have felt.”

I said but I just saw the little smile on his cheek that smile, I don't trust that smile. "Okay, First I'm not Men and Black I'm just an ordinary person who knows about this case because maybe I also wanted the wealth of him. Second the last will of Zaki D' is whoever can teach and say who killed him will be given a reward or if the person who killed him surrenders he will also be given but there's a consequence." He said and crossed his arms more seriously. this is now. Dang that's the last will of Zaki D'? And what's the reward?

He still would not let me in the library though. It was my 22 birthday, and Amara (age 22), Blake (age 26. He had stopped aging 6 years ago.) , and Anthony wanted to take me out to watch a movie. They said it would be worth watching. It was a movie about a man who went to hell to save his wife. They said it was old, but good. The name of the movie was “What Dreams May Come”. It made me cry at the end of it. After the movie we all went our separate ways. Amara had to go to college classes, and Blake had a job as a bodyguard for a client. He wasn’t allowed to tell much about his job. Well he told Anthony, but not me and Amara.

“Time’s up. The voting is over.” “I have to say that you have worked very hard to survive, but unfortunately, because of your selfishness and cruelty, you lost two people. In the end, those who chose not to kill received 57.64 million people voted for ‘not to kill’ while those 94.64 million votes were cast for ‘kill.’ It seems that the number of people who want you to die is even more than Mr. President’s supporters. Unfortunately, you lost. You lost the chance to get the medical kit, and you also lost the last chance to live. Your last game is hell.” Just as Jack finished his last word…

she then acted like she passed out. But quickly, she then revived. "But she doesn't have any problem dying from drought due to zero sex in centuries. But what she will die with an aching heart is that her only wish of her grandson won't make her wish come true. And also, she will curse, Keatton 'till eternity for not participating with her wish. And death!" She screamed as if she was dying. She snapped a finger once more in the air as she acted passing out... again.

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

Fury burns through me, along with morbid disgust, and a grief that hasn’t yet softened even though a year has passed. Dad would never have let this happen. I bite my tongue to push back the tears that are burning my eyes right now. Don’t think about him. Don’t think about him because you can’t do anything yet. My hand clenches into a fist as an unbidden memory returns to me. The day of the funeral. That fat whale just sat there, staring at the urn. She didn’t even ask me before cremating him. She didn’t even let me see his face when they found his body.

I always thought I’d die satisfied with my reign, with what I am leaving behind, but at this very moment I realise just how less I have actually lived. Regret that I will never be able to express the way I feel for the pretty little blond princess who turned out to be mine, regret that I’ll never hear her whisper those three words to me… I’ll die with her heart-wrenching screams in my ear… I wish someone told the living that when we are dying don’t scream, don’t tell us to come back, but tell us how you feel and that we’ll meet again. I wish… I had more time, but the poison is spreading through me rapidly. I’ll be dead before they can help me…

Roger Every person has one wish that they will do anything to achieve. A goal for which they sacrifice their whole lives. This desire is deeply rooted within their hearts and serves as a driving force that propels them forward, even in the face of adversity. I have one wish like that too: I would like to fulfill a goal that has kept me roaming aimlessly in this world for hundreds of years. That is death. I want to die, but my cruel fate doesn’t allow me to die either. Every day, I am burdened by the weight of immortality, unable to escape the eternal cycle of life. The longing for release consumes me as I yearn for the peace that death promises.