Dying With A Smile Novels & Stories

I drew away from the car I was leaning on so I could open the door for her. She flashed a smile at me, and my heart squeezed. At this rate, the hospital might become my second home. Well, that didn't sound so bad. Dying with a smile is far better than dying from a gunshot. I'm not concerned about Mafia honour or whatever, with their normal, “Live by the gun, die by the gun.” Not me. I would rather die smiling, and full of love from Lylah. She slid into the car and I closed it before going around it to get in. She had already put on her seatbelt when I joined her.

A smile of death. “My name is Glenda…" she stuttered out, her lips trembling. “Hold on…" but she was already gone, that beautiful smile still plastered against her charming face. The life in her eyes faded, and I watched, filled with agony, as she stopped breathing.

It just wasn't making any sense to me. He smiled, as if he'd made peace with his decision to die. “No.” I said, barely breathing the words with tears in my eyes while shaking my head. “Do something, please. Try to save yourself.” He didn't utter a word. Instead, he held onto the smile on his lips as if it was some faith that was going to save him. There was nothing bad with that. If truly it was some faith that would save him, then I had no problem with that. I just didn't want him to die. However, that smile didn't look like something that would save him. And that was the annoying part of it.

Try as I might, I cannot suppress my shudder. "I've got to be honest," he says, his voice eerily cheerful. "Breaking you is going to be fun." I'm going to die here. The last thing I'm going to see in this life is this hateful man's smiling face. I know in the marrow of my bones, I'll probably beg for that death long before it's granted. His smile widens as he sees I understand. He raises a single eyebrow and holds up the token again. "Tell me why you have this."

He was coughing up blood, and his smile never left his face. “You have no idea what you just did...” My heart sank as he gave a few final coughs, and eventually breathed his last few breaths. He was gone... He was finally gone, and hopefully it would be the last time that he threatened us... He was unmoving, and he looked like he had finally stopped breathing. All the while, that sickeningly satisfied smirk was still painted on his face.

"Be good now. Stay dead." "Amazing… And they say a pretty face ain't worth jack! See? Your charisma works on dead bodies too!" While Syvlie tried to calm her churning insides with a joke, Frank smiled but said nothing.

For a single second his smile did not fall as he said all of this that was until I made my next statement. "Then I'm entitled to a dying wish at least?" both of us already knew what I was going to say before the words came right out of my mouth but either ways I said it anyways. "I want to see him just one last time…" Sometimes I wondered what was worst his sickening smile that runs past his ears or that frown that sunk deep into his skin and made him look like the picture of a monster out of a children's book. "So even in your last moment you are not going to beg for my grace but still try to see that man…" he snickered bitterly.

"Adrian will definitely pay the price." … Matthew and I sat in the public gallery on the day of Adrian's trial. We thought everything would be settled today until a medical parole was granted. Adrian looked at us mockingly and smirked. On the other end, Matthew clenched his fists again before slowly loosening them. As we trudged out of the courtroom, Matthew squeezed my shoulder hard and questioned bitterly, "Why do the good die young, while the evil ones live on and get away with everything?" All I could do was pat him on the back. The next time I received news about Matthew was that he and Adrian had both fallen from the building.

Just then, the auctioneer's voice echoed around the hall again. "Our next item is 'Dawn Light', a pearl necklace that was crafted by the famous jewelry designer, Ms. Wanda Tillson, before her death. The starting bid is 300,000 dollars." "Dawn Light" was the last thing that Mom left for me before she passed away. She told me that it represented hope and served as a reminder that the sun would always rise, no matter how dark the night was. I would never put it up for auction unless I was forced to. Unfortunately, at that moment, I had no other choice.

Yara. " I will repay you all with my blood." I whispered, a small smile playing at my lips , a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. Disbelief and panic were plastered all over the Smith's faces except on Jade's face. Jade wore a challenging smile, with a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. She was the happiest, after all.