Gidle #i Never Die Novels & Stories

She began to believe it the day they went back home; her dad had lost all hope. "We can't keep running, Amina! He will find us everywhere we go!" He had said to her mother while leaning on the counter of their kitchen table. The girl had stood leaning against the door, eavesdropping. The youngest had her eye peeking through the keyhole. Her sisters; Nandi who was twenty nine working as programmer for a local company studies and she was due to marry her fiance, her college sweetheart and Harley youngest, was twenty one and completing her university "Well, so you want us to just give up and die? "

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

His forehead was covered in blood, which blended with the rain and smeared across his entire face. Eli stood apart from all of it. He didn't even cry as he watched the doors close. He just stood in the rain as he watched the whole cremation process. I floated in the air, taking it all in. I then looked at Eli—his face pale but still full of life—and at the space above his head. It was completely empty now. That damned countdown had vanished. I broke into a smile, thinking that it was truly wonderful. I was glad that Eli was still alive, as it meant that my death hadn't been completely in vain.

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"You're the ones who killed my son! Give him back to me…" Dad buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying. Calista shrank into a corner, pale as a sheet, muttering over and over, "No… That's impossible… He's just pretending… I'm sure he's just trying to scare us…" Tyler stood at the very back of the crowd. His head was lowered, his shoulders shaking slightly, looking like someone who was suppressing overwhelming grief. But I could see it clearly—hidden deep in his eyes was excitement he couldn't conceal.

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Tall, quiet, standing in the light. Nathan.