How Not To Die Audiobook Novels & Stories

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

At that exact moment, aboard a private jet already hundreds of miles away, a shrill warning sound suddenly rang in Lucien’s ear. [Warning! Warning! The novel’s female protagonist has died. World collapse is imminent.] Lucien’s eyes widened in shock.

"Did you think turning yourself into this pathetic mess would draw my attention to you? Don't be ridiculous! How dare you stir up trouble at my wedding? I won't let this go so easily!" As her words fell, she grabbed my neck forcefully and pressed my upper body over the railing. A crushing sense of suffocation closed in, but I didn't struggle at all. I thought that maybe dying like this wouldn't be so bad. Hence, I closed my eyes, ready to accept death calmly. That was when Natalia panicked. She noticed something was wrong with me. Alarmed, she took a step back and stared at me in shock. "Why aren't you struggling? And why aren't you explaining yourself? Do you really want to die?" she demand

"He wants to negotiate." "Yes." "Tell his lawyer that Damien Voss does not negotiate with people who tried to have him killed," Damien said, and went back to his documents. Marcus allowed himself the smallest possible smile. "Yes sir." He left. I watched Damien go back to reading like the conversation had not happened, like a man casually declining a dinner invitation rather than refusing to bargain with someone who had put him in a hospital bed for seven months, and something settled in me, deep and solid, like a foundation being laid.

“Basically, no one’s going to be alive at the end of your trial?” The man hums a bit at that. “Maybe,” he says it so calmly, as if he’s talking about the weather. “Their organs will be okay if they end up dead anyway. I have a whole ring of sick and old people who need organs.” “And what’s my percentage going to be at the end of it?” “I…” I don’t hear the rest of his statement because two random people about two to three times my age decide to suddenly appear, the scent of their cologne so potent it almost makes me cough. Must be a couple with how they’re wrapped together.

but it was nothing more than a whisper. She gasped. “How?” If this was how she handled cases like this, they must have lots of dead people on their radar. Death. The thought of Nicole dying hit me like a brick to the stomach. “Sir, breathe. In and out” She demonstrated. Yeah, I just needed to remember how to do that. In. Out. In. Out. That was all I had to do. Damn it for being too simple. “You look less red now. Are you feeling better?”

“Live well.” “You’re not dying. You’re not…” Nox didn’t have any forces left to keep listening, and he closed her eyes. Her voice faded in nothingless… and he could rest.