How Not To Die Novels & Stories

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

nothing. I died.

My other hand reaches out and my fingers close around his throat. "You're dead," I say, releasing him. "You have to rely on more than just your hands, or else you'll get yourself killed. Then Lucy won't have anyone to watch out for her. I'll start by showing you a better way to keep a zombie at arm's length. One that doesn't involve putting your hands near its disgusting mouth. When we're done, you'll be better equipped to take care of not only yourself, but those around you." He sighs. "Alright. Let's get started."

Yes, it is up to the person whether to choose death over life or life over death but remember that death is not a solution to problems. God will not give us situations that we can't overcome. Just trust Him and He will take care of everything. Do not put life into waste because many people in this world are struggling to survive. If it’s too tiring… rest. If it’s too heavy… seek help. Hoping that this would be a lesson for everyone. No to suicide. Value life.

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

"The sword is just a tool. But if your body isn't properly centered, properly strong, then the tool is useless. You'll tire quickly. You'll leave yourself open. You'll die." There it was again—that constant refrain. You'll die. Die if you don't train. Die if you're weak. Die if you fail. Die if the Scourge comes back. Solace seemed to believe that the only way to motivate us was to keep death constantly in front of our faces, a thing that was always waiting, always hungry, always watching.

This cannot be it. This can not be how my life ends.

I didn't want to give up so soon. I can't die like this. I won't die like. I kept saying while gasping for air. Whoever did this to me would have victory if I die. I won't give that person the chance to win. So I crawled to the door, my own blood tracing after me like a dog was slaughtered In the room. My body was already too weak. I gathered the last strength I had and began to hit the door. There was no response. I couldn't lift my body again. I closed my eyes and laid there until I became lifeless.