How Not To Die Audiobook Novels & Stories

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

"Don't be afraid. Just tell them everything you know." Emma looked down at the corpse on the ground, lost in thought for a long moment. It was as if she made some kind of final decision.

She could hear the faint tick of the clock above the nurses’ station. "Almost midnight" she thought while yawning. "Just an hour more and I can go home and sleeeep". That night was stressful as hell, for a moment, she wished no one had an emergency that required treatment for just the space of one hour. After her shift, who ever wants to die should die. Her phone buzzed. A message from Audrey. > AUDREY: You still alive, nurse girl? EVA: Barely. AUDREY: You’ll be fine. Sleep, eat, breathe. Repeat. That’s life.

He smiled—and kicked my knee hard. I let out a muffled groan and dropped to my knees. He leaned down and whispered, in a voice only we could hear, "Why didn't you just die in the correctional facility? You insisted on coming back to compete with me? Hm? Bobby, what makes you think you're qualified to fight me?" The second file was an audio recording.

Annoyed, he finally gave in and dialed the familiar number in front of me. The moment the call connected, I burst into tears. I told Daniel about my brain cancer and how the pain was killing me. I begged him to save me. I even told him that the diagnosis was in my suitcase, and all he had to do was open it. But he cut me off, saying, "Jennifer's right, Helen. You're still full of lies. You haven't changed at all. You should be thinking about your mistakes. Even now, you're still trying to fool me with some sickness! If you really had the guts to die, I might actually respect you for once."

Eli tried to throw himself forward to shield me, but Mom held him back with a firm grip, saying, "He needs to learn his lesson! He needs to understand what things he can and cannot say!" I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen the following day after the incident. Mom said through her tears, "He only has nine years left…" "I know," Dad said hoarsely." "J-Just nine years left…" It was only then that I understood that Eli was really going to die. It turned out that the numbers hovering above his head, unseen by anyone else, were the countdown to his lifespan. In the living room, Mom's and Dad's eyes were bloodshot as they carefully escorted Eli back to his bedroom.

"What do you want us to say? We really bumped into each other by accident." Sophia sighed, "Fine, if death is what you want, death is what you'll get." The sound of the chair moving was heard in the recording. "Oh, by the way, stop scratching. The more you scratch, the quicker the poison spreads. If you don't scratch, you might survive for maybe another hour." Then came the sound of footsteps. The driver's voice took on a tinge of panic. "Wait a minute." "Speak up!" "It was Elizabeth." "Explain it all or die right here!"

"I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ve never seen anything like this. Your son isn’t breathing, and we can’t feel any pulse. There’s no way to know if he’s alive or has a chance of survival. I know this is hard, but… there’s nothing we can do. We can only do the proclamation...Your son is dead." Dead? That word echoed in the darkness around me, heavy and final. I heard my mother’s voice rise sharply, shaking with disbelief and desperation. "What do you mean dead? He can’t be!" I wanted to answer, to tell her I wasn’t gone, but I couldn’t. Everything was dark. I couldn’t move, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel. Just... stiff. Wasn’t it strange? How could I be dead if I could hear them? I’m no science expert, but

Being near him during the heat is a nightmare. It surprises me that I’m still standing at all, even after minutes of heat clawing through me and breathing in his scent. “No.” My voice cracks as I stumble back, shaking my head. “No, I don’t need you. I’ll manage. I’ll—” “You’ll collapse,” he cuts in, tone sharp, matter-of-fact. “Your body’s already giving in. How long do you think you can hold on?” My knees threaten to buckle. He’s right, damn it. I can barely breathe—every inhale is a fight. My skin burns, my vision swims, and my body screams for something I refuse to give.

..... ERROR CHAPTER, BELONGS TO ANOTHER BOOK, PLEASE MOVE TO THE NEXT ONE TO CONTINUE THE STORY, AM DEEPLY SORRY "I have thousand reason to die and many billions reasons to cry, but am still standing and I don't know why.... ..... The ride home was a really quiet one, My hands kept on fiddling, and my poor head was banging me over and over again, God, I really feel like I was actually dying or something.... I couldn't stop digesting everything that I just heard like a few minutes ago, as my heart kept on arching, Everything was just so frustrating, and oh, to top it all, the silence in the car was killing me completely...