Going Merry's Death Novels & Stories

The door slowly opened, and in the cold, sterile air, my lifeless body lay there, devoid of warmth or breath. Leisha covered her mouth and began to sob, though I couldn't tell if she was mourning or lamenting the sudden loss of her promised kidney. My mother, on the other hand, examined my corpse like a curious onlooker inspecting a strange object. "So, this is your so-called confirmed death?" she asked, her voice still laced with challenge and disbelief. The staff waited in silence for her reaction. To everyone’s shock, all she gave was a contemptuous laugh. "Ha! She’s putting on a good show.”

"This is a day of happiness, so don't remember the sadness!" "You are actually remembering the happiness with Chris. Chris' wedding was so lively. There were Aunt Seth, Laura, and many others. It was all complete. Even Dad was still here." "See, you are comparing your wedding to his! The feeling of sadness is sure to arise in your heart! So stop reminiscing about the past! Move on!" Mrs. Herlinda turned and walked away, leaving Sebastian lost in thought. She didn't want to get caught up in the roller coaster of memories spinning in her son's mind. She didn't want to be engulfed in the pain and loss that still hadn't healed.

She must rely on herself to perform some kind of damage control on this. Her black Mary Jane heels it the corridor floor, striking a swift tapping rhythm as she made her escape hurriedly. Their three-inch heels warned anyone approaching that Rebecca headed somewhere and an urgent mission had her full attention. She couldn't spare time for pleasantries now. Rebecca searched for Everett, desperate to understand this latest twist of fate tossed down on the mortal plane to torture her last days.

one witch said. “Oh, but here anything is possible,” Death said as he bent his knees and looked her in the eye. “Enjoy and don’t be late for the wedding tomorrow,” I said to him. “Of course not, I’m so excited I can’t sleep so this will be a nice way to spend my time,” he said and looked at them with excitement in his eyes. The two witches looked at me with fear in their eyes as Death and I shook hands and I ported myself back to the forest. I burned the dead witch and made my way back to the castle, walking slowly and enjoying the cool breeze in the early morning light.

She turned to the men behind her. "If any of you want to have some fun, go ahead. Just remember to chop her up a little finer afterward. That wolf pup inside her is a great tonic. Share it with everyone." I was violated, tortured, and murdered. In my final moments, Keith's voice kept echoing in my ears over and over again. "Why don't you just go to hell?" 'Just as you wished, I died.' - Elliott followed behind Keith and reported the latest results of the investigation.

Set the cup down with deliberate care. Then I laugh. "I'm sorry," I say, still laughing. "I thought you just said—" "I did." "Marry you." I lean back in my chair. "Marry. You." "Yes." "The same you who—" I stop. Smile. It doesn't reach my eyes. "Actually, let's not. I have things to do, and I'd hate to waste both our time on memory lane." "Elena—" "Your father's dead." I watch his face carefully. "Heart attack. Last week. I sent flowers. Black roses. Did you get them?"

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

" My consciousness began to fade. The screen blurred before my eyes, and I could only struggle to type one last message. "Carlo, I know this isn't your fault. I don't blame you. I really don't. I'm just so cold." After typing the final word, I closed my eyes and let the darkness take everything. In the instant before death, I heard the high heels return. The clicking ceased at the door, then a woman's whisper came through. Her voice was light, but unmistakably clear. "Goodbye, Margherita." It was Benedetta. It was really her.

“Hey lady, the fact that you’re controlling us with whatever silly spell you have doesn’t mean…” The protesting werewolf never completed his sentence because with just a wave of Mary’s hand, he dropped to the ground, dead. “As I was saying before I got rudely interrupted,” Mary said, staring at the now defiant but nervous werewolves, “I’ve had it with your silly fights,” Mary said in an acid tone. Out of the forty rogues recruited, only thirty-three…two remained, thanks to the stupid fights-to-the-death the idiots kept having with each other. “As of today, the fastest way to die will not only be an attempted attack on any of the five of us but also, getting into fights with each other. And I

I was present, my mum was present, dad was away on a business trip to Las Vegas as usual, they were at the dining table, but what did it seem like I forgot something. Before I could remember what I was forgetting, I heard a beeping in my phone. Bringing it out, I saw a text on my phone. "She is awake!." Immediately, I read this, my eyes widened as I gasped in shock. Oh my gosh, after all these months, she is finally awake. I didn’t kill her. I stood up from the chair and told my mum. "I got to go!" And left before she could say anything. Forget college, I have a dead person to see.