Everyone Dies Sad Novels & Stories

Stop playing with me_ _I'm not. I swear on my Mathematics finals_ _OMG, you're serious. I'm so happy for you_ _Guess what?_ _You're finally going to take my advice and get a boyfriend?_ _Ewww, no. I don't want a boyfriend. Not yet_ _Err. Ok what?_ _Mom says YOU can go with us_ _Millie, this joke is really expensive, like fr_ _I'm serious. Do you want to go?_ _Is the sky blue? Of course, I want to go. But, I don't have money and stuff_

i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being buried alive to think that i would cry because my body is burning i will not die that instant and i don't want that I want to die ins

"Everyone's just going to die?" "Eventually, yeah." Livi nods, voice soft and full of sadness as she goes on, letting her storm clouds pour. "Everyone they meet will eventually die and fade away... and they'll be left to watch as someone they loved is forgotten in time. And as bad as that is, what's worse is never being able to see them again." "What's that mean?" Emilia asks, hoping for some sort of switch in conversation, though Liviana only uses it to further her minds spiral into the idea of immortality.

Death. Everyone was about to die.

Though people around the world leave this earth every moment for all sorts of reasons, it still felt unsettling that, in just over a month, four people from their own circle—Ruby, Eugene, Kenneth, and Shane—had all passed away one after another. It cast a heavy gloom over everything. "Death comes for everyone eventually. No one escapes it," Louis said gently. "Yeah, I know. Go get washed up and rest early. I’ll do the same," Adora replied with a faint smile, then waved goodbye and ended the video call.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

Third-person POV Adrian enjoyed the entire day with his friends. It wasn’t until they arrived at the hotel that they were informed the birthday dinner and the reserved room had been fully canceled. Everyone was exhausted and hungry, and complaints immediately broke out. Still, deep down, they all understood. Being ignored so completely on her own birthday, Julia was bound to feel wronged. Bella’s nose reddened. Tears slowly slid down her face. "I’m sorry. Julia must be angry at me, so she’s throwing a tantrum. It’s all my fault for dragging everyone down. I should just leave."

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died. Every eighty-five minutes, someone in the United Kingdom had taken away their own life, but what do you think would happen to those who had left behind? The aftermath of it? Nothing could take away the pain of loss—I was thinking—It was killing me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. I was thinking, what could I've had possibly done to help you? So, before you go, was there something I could have said to make your heartbeat better?