Novel & Cerita He Was A Dead Man Walking To His Fate

He wanted him to walk straight to his own death. He gulped down nervously as he racked his head for any escape plan or even way but nothing was forming. "Goddessdamnit!" He cussed out in fear as he raked his hand through his hair infuriated. He slowly slid down the wall of his bathroom and palmed his face as the truth started dawning on him. He was going to die. He really was going to die. Legend turned to look at the guards who were ready to shoot arrows with their tips dipped in instant poison. "Break into it!" He ordered them and they all jammed at the door. The door fell with a ear splitting the and they marched in. He knew that he was done for and he waited for his doom. They pushed eve

His eyes, clouded with the shadows of mortality, met mine in a gaze that seemed to pierce through the veil of uncertainty. He whispered subtly, his voice a mere murmur in the vast silence, "Your destiny is to die by the moon disease." The words, heavy with the weight of fate, hit me like a tidal wave. A lump formed in my throat, a bitter cocktail of fear and disbelief. Die by the moon disease—my destiny encapsulated in the morbidity of those words.

But in this moment, destiny chose a crueler path. The handsome man stood frozen, his mind reeling from her words. He had not expected this, not from her. A deep pang struck his chest, far more than just the pain of heartbreak. His eyes widened, and before either of them could react, his body seized. His heart, overwhelmed by the sudden emotional shock, gave out. With one final, stunned look in his eyes, he collapsed, dying on his feet.

That was what chilled me. “Who is he?” I asked quietly. “Give me a name.” He laughed again. That hideous sound, full of venom and victory. “You think I’d survive if I said it? He watches everything. Hears everything. Hell, he might already be on his way.” “Who is he?” I snapped. The man only leaned back and whistled a slow, mocking tune. Silas moved forward, slamming a hand against the table. “Talk.” “You boys really don’t get it, do you?” the man said. “I’m already dead. The moment I was caught, my expiration date was stamped. You think I’m afraid of you? No. I’m afraid of him.”

"I'm one step away from winning. You are not ruining this for me." For the first time, I saw it clearly—real intent to kill. If I died here, everything he had done would die with me. My arms trembled as I tried to push myself up. "Callum, it's not too late to stop." He roared, "It is too late. I've already gone bankrupt. Do you understand? I have no way back." So that was it. He had already reached the end of the road. No wonder he no longer cared about anyone else's life.

“Why is that?” “I hate it when they say that when you were inside the womb of your mother, your fate has already been established. For example, I was fated to fall in love with a rich guy or I’m fated to die after birth. Yes, my fate has already been drawn but I’m the only one who can change it. Why do you suddenly ask about it?” “Do you believe in unexpected fate?” My forehead wrinkled as I face him. he glanced at me before turning her gaze on the road. “What do you mean by unexpected fate?”

His ego is too big to let him escape with the others, he’d want to see the fruits of his labor, watch his own people die while keeping his hands free of visible blood. My eyes light on the man they’ve been desperately scouring for, a low menacing growl escaping my lips. I hear my name being called, the sound distant as though spoken beneath water, the words next gurgled beyond recognition as a hand lands on my shoulder. I lean away from the touch, and instead focus all of my senses on the tense back of Fred slinking away to his car, weaving through the growing number of broken bodies on stretchers without a shred of sympathy or remorse for what he caused. Dead. He’s dead, he is a literal dea

“Plus, I feel death is what I deserve for the horrible things I've done. You were innocent and I took advantage of you. You didn't deserve what happened to you. Just let me play my part. I don't need your help.” My face was already wet with my tears as I was moved by his words. I wish I could stop him, but his mind was made up. “I'm a dead man walking. Go now. Take the left path until you get to a T-junction, take right and don't stop running. You'll get to a tarred road where you can seek help. Goodbye, Aurora.” He wasted no time in pushing me through a tunnel that would lead me outside. My heart shattered as I watched him wave to me one last time before he covered the hole with a dark clot

I told him in the same hoarse voice, dragging my feet towards the door. I felt tired and weak but I refused to let it show. The walk out of the aircraft was short and the Beast was already out of the craft before us. As I stepped down, my bare foot touching the soft grass, I could see him up ahead with several armed men bowing in front of him. Very soon, he would be dead. He would be dead and gone. The bastard! There were cars ahead of us, lined up to welcome their royal majesty, their most evil and most feared king.

However, the bustling streets of the past were now empty and desolate. James walked along the streets of Cansington and saw an elderly man lying on the roadside not far away. The elderly man was surrounded by a veil of black mist, which rose up into the air and merged with the atmosphere. James approached the elderly man only to realize that he was already dead. He paid no heed to the corpse and scanned his surroundings. Then, he realized there were many people lying by the roadside. Some were already dead, while others were groaning in pain. Upon seeing this, James could not help but sigh.