Dying With A Smile Novels & Stories

"The auction is over." On the platform, lying in a pool of her own blood, his mate opened her eyes. And even dying, even broken beyond what most could survive, she *smiled*. It was small. Barely there. But it said everything he needed to hear: *Finally.*

For their smiles, I would conquer the world. THE END

Old man Smith looks the same as the death certificate. His eyes are wide open and he reaches forward as if he wants to seize life. Allen Peterson stretched out his hand and covered old man Smitth's eyes. "Grandpa, death is like a lamp out. You can go at ease!" "Allen Peterson, look at how my grandfather died. Come on!" Why didn't Ava Smith know there was a problem in it?Under the condition of normal death, even in pain, master Smitth can't be like this.

But I'm afraid it was already too late. I started seeing the utter darkness. So, I forced my lips to turn into a smile to let them know that I died happily. --------------------------- ---------------------------

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.

I smile, trying to make her happy. “Don’t cry.” My hand rubs against hers, she keeps crying, and I can’t stop her, I smile at her trying to make her smile. Her face is full of love and hurt, and I can’t fight this war anymore, I won enough battles, and the war is finally over. “Don’t go, please.” Crying, she pulls me closer to her, her body is shaking, I should be comforting her not her comforting me. She is amazing, she truly is, and I am happy I am dying here and now.

she answered as I smirked. "Well, well, ain't karma a bitch," I whispered, then smirked. Him dying wasn't going to be bad. Not at all.

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

He gave me a dopey smile, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth,"Well then its settled. I won't ever die." ***