Funniest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

He froze. "You-. can-. See-. Me-. Right? Kiikikikik." He thinks this is the end of his life that he always longed for, but still, it's pathetic if he dies due to a paranormal experience like this. As he accepted his destiny, he heard chuckles from various directions. “Pfft-haha. Hahahahaha." “Hahahaha Havi, you are funny!” “Did you catch it on camera? His face is so tense! You're nuts, dude! Ha ha ha ha!" Clement laughed so hard that he even clutched his stomach.

Max POV Is this it? Is this the end? The thought coils through my mind smoke, slow and poisonous, curling thighter with every breath i take. Is this how I die by the hands of the people I trusted the most? My husband and my best friend. I was laying on the ground, covered in my own blood and my so called husband and best friend were watching me take my last breath, laughing. "Pathetic," she says, voice low and syrupy. "She actually thought we cared." My so called best friend, Emily said as she rapped her arm around my husband.

This was the most bizarre night of my life. "Are you…I'm sorry…Are you asking me, if you sexed a demon so good, you killed them?" "You're laughing but a man died today," she said solemnly. "Your laughing but I felt a man cum and die." "I'm…you're right, my apologies. Well, if it's any consolation, knowing Zee, he was probably very honored to spend his last moments doing what he loved best. But, I wouldn't fret too much here. Knowing Zee he's probably very much alive elsewhere, and this was only a minor inconvenience for the man. He's probably laughing it up."

The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.” “What audience?!” I asked, turning to the grim looking passengers in the bus. No one answered. The speaker died. I looked around. The bus was packed with people mostly my age. They looked pale with dull unseeing eyes. I turned back to the tall stranger. “This is a joke, right? Some kind of messed up prank show? I’d like to make it known I didn't consent to being pranked on.” He just looked at me with this tired, almost bored expression that somehow made look more handsome. “No prank, newbie. You’re dead.”

Johnson ➡ Come on talk to me, what happened? . Zombie ➡ One of my niggers died last night, he was tortured and stuffed with Nightshade. I told him not to stick his nose but he refused to listen, now he's dead like a rat. . What was happening? People are dying and so far it shows they're being tortured before stuffing them with Nightshade, maybe he was spying on them to give the Big prize, this is bad news as far as I know three people have died because of this. I consoled Zombie and went into my room.

I needed it or I'm gonna die of depression before dawn. The next twenty minutes, I stared at Nick's back and imagined all the easiest ways I can kill him without anyone noticing. Poison his food, goddamnit, nobody cooks in this house. Hire a gangster to shoot him or a planned accident. Which ever way I just want him out of this planet. For good.

Otherwise, I would be in a lot of trouble. "Expecting?" Geofrey urged, curiosity coloring his expression. "My death." I lied, hoping that he would buy it. "Did you at least go out in a blaze of glory?" He asked, seeming disappointed with my response. Feeling a surge of annoyance rush through me, I held back my initial response. What kind of person shows that much excitement over someone's death? "Would be boring to just die in your sleep." He continued to muse. "Would be better to die battling, or at least imploding, maybe?"

Seething at me. " What's there to laugh, baby doll?" He asks, and I shake my head in a no. Looking into his eyes to already see his death. Rage covers his features as he applies more pressure, but I continue to chuckle. " You death." He stills. His grip drops as he looks into my eyes in confusion. " What do you mean?" Who is going to tell him? " Your death is fun Ryder. It's the most inhuman and brutal death ever known in history."

She looks sad. "What a dumb way to die." He said in his mind. “When I died, I found myself sitting on a chair. There was a desk in front of me and a guy in a suit sitting before me. He told me that I died in a strange way.” "Bizzare way precisely." He said in his mind.

How could a dead person have pushed her? However, Dad believed her. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around Ms. Ritter. "Don't cry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you anymore," he said as he patted her back. I froze abruptly and stared at Dad in a daze. He looked at my body lying on the floor with disgust. "Since he's so determined to play dead and get out of donating blood, then I won't cover for him either. Get back every drop that was spilled—insert the needle and draw his blood again. Let's see how much longer he can keep up this act!"