How Not To Die Audiobook Novels & Stories

he makes a wide circle in the air with his hands -“to her. So that’s our only option. Heal him and run.” “I don’t know what I’m doing. What if I make it worse?” “You can’t make it worse,” Joseph says. “Go on, you have to try.” Next to me, Adrian moans softly and his breathing changes from rapid and slightly uneven to a rattling sound. That’s a death rattle, I’m sure of it. I read about it in books. “If you’re going to do something, now is the time,” Joseph reminds me. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He felt that his words sounded a little funny. "In this world, good people will be afraid, and bad people will be afraid. There is only one type of person who will not be afraid, that is, the dead." As soon as he finished speaking, a chill rushed up from the top of his tailbone to the top of his head. "Senior, I don't want to die. I don't want to..." However, before the master of the Spirit Organization could finish his words, he would never have a chance to continue.

The only thing left in my body is my spirit, because I'm not dead yet. “3” “Dora!” Lazarus’s voice echoes in my head. “One has to die.” “Rig-ht…” I repeat weakly. “One - has - to - die…” “And that's not fucking me!”

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

But my heart still tightened with a dense, aching pain. In the end, I couldn't help but ask, "If I die in that operating room… would you be sad for me?" The moment the words left my mouth, all three of them frowned in displeasure. "Jocelyn, it's just one kidney. How could you possibly die?" "You can live perfectly fine with one kidney. Stop acting pitiful here!" "I've already hired the best medical team. You'll be perfectly safe. Just go in and behave yourself." Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation.

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

"You must be robust. No matter the circumstances, no matter the odds against you, you are a warrior. You must never give up until death claims you. Once you are still breathing, you still have to hope. Listen to me attentively. Rey Reed: Even though fear, death, and failure will continue to echo all around you, they will not dare to move closer unless you allow them to. So, never give up." My mom admonished and lectured me at the same time.

he asked as he took a bite of the chocolate. I nod my head and took my glasses off. “The half of it.” He pat my head and smiled. “ Now, get some sleep.” “No.” I said, pouting my lips and raising my eyebrows. “ I'm waiting for the dawn.” He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his reading, but now he's sitting on the floor beside me while I sat on my chair. “I read in the first chapter here that depression is a side effect of dying.” I kept on concentrating on the screen to check the mistakes of the drafts, the misspellings, and the grammatical errors, mostly.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie