I Guess I'll Die Novels & Stories

"Where do I sign up to play a role in this drama?" "Wow, the world is one giant novel." I couldn't let them steer the narrative off course. It was time to deploy the army of paid comments. "Quick, check if that hospital is owned by a Diller. Usually, these shady dealings are run by a CEO who owns a corrupt hospital."

he emphasizes the last word again and again. [End of Flashback] Oh my God! I'm going to die, how is it possible that I said "I love you" to him/her? No, I'm going to die, I think I'll crash into a pole, not a car because it's not their fault. Ah... what have I done?

”Mack I thought you were someone we could trust, but you’ve made sure to break us a little more. “I don’t have anything to say, I don’t even know what to say.” he sighed. “All of this sounded great, but now it's kind of starting to sound like it's a bad idea, but there is no way back. If she is alive and I know she is, she is going to make sure we all die slowly.”

If I merge— I won’t be me anymore But if I don’t He dies The voice came one last time “Choose.”

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.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

He can 'break' me if he wants to. "I know everything." That's a lie. I know them not. I know nothing at all. "You will have to face them all." That might mean dying a thousand times. I was surprisingly no longer scared. It's death or death, that's all my life in this damn territory has been all about. I might be dead already. It might be my ghost talking now. I smell death every where and it's suddenly become a mere thing to me. " Or we could negotiate" ***

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

I wonder fоr a second іf I’m оvеrdоѕіng. Iѕ thіѕ hоw I’m gоіng tо dіе? Choking on thе еdgе оf thе road, my death unrероrtеd bесаuѕе I’m just a hooker, a nobody whо dоеѕn’t matters?

cautiously but sharply I asked him. "I'm coming to introduce myself. I'm John." He smiled. "I'm coming to get you out of this room." Would he really kill me? "Before you kill your victims, do you introduce yourself to them?" I frowned fiercely. "Excuse me?" he asked me with a slight sneer. "You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell."