How Not To Die Audiobook Novels & Stories

He took one rattling breath, and then he was gone. Heavy silence descended, full of disbelief and horror. Marcus clenched his fists. "No," he replied, voice sharply. "That's impossible." Luca stood rigid, exhaling through his nose, his jaw tight. "You heard him." "He was dying," Marcus shot back. "He could've been delirious. She could have been anyone!” Isiah exchanged a look with Ardan, who stayed quiet, his face unreadable. The dead man's words hovered over them like a thundercloud and they all knew Marcus had started to sound delusional.

There's no way someone could suffocate in there! "Then, tell me!" Grandma roared. "How the hell did my poor Flynn die?" Mom and Dad retraced the events in their minds, and finally, their gaze landed on Felix, whose face had gone pale. They both questioned at once. "Didn't you say an allergy can't kill someone?" "Didn't you give Flynn his allergy medicine?" In reality, Felix had already been petrified by my lifeless body. When Mom and Dad turned to him, he stammered, "I-I don't know. I have no idea! I didn't mean to hurt him… or anything…"

I let out a cold laugh. "Nathan, how many times do I have to say it? I'm dying. I don't have time to wait for another donor!" Nathan snapped. He shoved me hard onto the bed. "All this over a kidney? Are you serious? If you keep saying you're dying, then just go ahead and die!" With those words, he stormed out of the room without a second glance. A few moments later, I heard the sound of an engine revving outside. Nathan had left the house.

"She’s not dead! My mate is not dead! You don’t know anything! She couldn’t be dead!" Seeing this, several others quickly pulled him back and comforted him again. The officers had seen scenes like this far too often. One of them tried to console him. "Whatever the result may be, you need to prepare yourself mentally. Try to calm down, Alpha." Ethan didn’t respond. Slowly, he crouched down, face ashen, utterly broken. For the first time in his life, he truly understood what it meant to cry for help and have no one answer—to scream into the void and hear only silence.

I said to interrupt them then opened the book in front of me and started reading. "Fine, just tell me now when this is over." She said as she sat down properly now that Zachary was looking at me the same way. "By the way, let the disclosure begin." Nale suddenly said while laughing while looking at his phone. "That night I saw Seffner dying and he managed to get close to me, I was about to close the house but he approached me and that's when I saw his body full of blood and that's when he left me." I said. then I opened another page of the book again while the three of them just listened to me.

The livestream fell into a dead silence. For ten full seconds, not a single comment appeared, then the chat exploded. [What the hell?!] [Scripted? It was all scripted? We've been played like idiots for three years?] [He didn't even let her see her mom before she died? That's not human. That's a monster!] [Give me my money back! Every single cent!] I turned my head and looked at Matthias. He stood there, completely frozen.

It felt like an odd justice. He lay there sprawled in his chair, struggling to breathe. Finally, some of his zealots dared to step closer and attempt to arouse him, to no avail. This pack didn’t have a healer or medical center. Clarence believed you died if you were weak. So, as he stopped breathing, his followers went into panic. They didn’t have a plan for this. Their leader was the strongest of them all and should live forever. What were they going to do? How could this happen?

If I told him, there’d be no reason to keep me alive. “I can get it out of you, but it’s easier on you if you just tell me.” A tear spilled down my cheek, lip trembling. “I don’t want to die.” My voice, even forced, was barely above a whisper. “Everybody dies.” I didn’t know to take that as a generalization, or that everyone he came into contact with died. He offered no words, no sense of remorse, and the quiet resumed. We hit over three hours of painful silence, with the exception of my crying. I wanted to enjoy the scenery, but the situation wouldn’t allow it. At least I would’ve had beautiful images as the last thing I saw instead of the gruesome ones from the lab.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

Or at least safer. The second the door shuts behind us, all three of them look at me expectantly. Sophie speaks first. “Talk.” And this time—I do. Emily looks horrified by the end. Even though I left out the rebirth part entirely. Because if I casually announce I died and came back, they’ll stop listening and start scheduling therapy sessions. “How do you know all this?” Sophie asks quietly. “I overheard things.” Her eyes narrow slightly. “That’s not enough to make you react the way you did yesterday.”