Im Dying Gif Novels & Stories

Kira elucidated beside me while giggling softly, and my heart flushed with happiness at the sight of her smile. "Yes," I said."A good day to die hard." I retorted with a smile plastered on my face. A buzzing sound was heard, and a small hole was visible on top of the cage. We watch in curiosity, waiting for whatever they are going to send out again. After what seemed like an entity, different weapons were thrown down on the cage floor. including short knives, spikes, bows, and arrows.

he asked the live viewers with a humming tone. I winced when the Live Suicide notification rang multiple times, so I drew my gaze to it despite knowing what would happen to me. Comment box: @Clark Dallas: He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! . He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! . @Zeus Gomez Death! Death! Death! @Jean Coast Just kill him already. I’ve read a lot more comments, but practically all of them seem to look forward to my demise.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

Laughing until our sides hurt. Waking up next to him every morning. A future. A life. A forever with him by my side. “How did it come to this?” I choked out, slamming a fist weakly against the floor. “How the hell am I alone in a supply closet—dying?! At twenty-fucking-five?!” My voice cracked into a scream. “I don’t want to die!” I curled in on myself. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t—”

She glances at it under the table. One message, unknown number. “𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑖, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔”

Her lashes trembled. She tried looking at me. The world was narrowing around her. I could see it happening. Skin paling. Breath thinning. I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her fingers curled weakly into my shirt. “I’m… dying, aren’t I?” “No.” My voice cracked. I didn’t allow that. I never allow that. “You are not dying in this office.” Her breathing hitched. “…not…how… I pictured Friday,” she murmured. Even now.

"The daily stress. The constant battles. The years of suffering. It's killing me. Faster than normal aging. Faster than it should. I'm dying. Soon." He pales. "How soon?" "I don't know. Weeks maybe. I can feel it. My body shutting down. My strength fading. My time ending. I'm dying. And when I do. When I'm desperate. When I'm scared. The Absolute will come. Will offer me more time. More life. More days with you. And I don't know. I don't know if I'll refuse. Don't know if immunity holds. Don't know if I stay Aurora or become the Absolute. I don't know."

A piercing alarm echoed through the ICU as my sign of life dropped to zero. The moment my life ended, the System inside Ethan’s mind began screaming frantically. System: [Warning! Warning! The Female Protagonist has died!] [World self-destruction protocol activated! The twenty-four-hour countdown to total annihilation has begun.]

I grabbed him so hard that he groaned out in pain. “Easy brother, easy!!!” He groaned. I released, my pain was still there, and looked at him with happy eyes. The sight of it completely froze me and I could not move a single part of my body. Tears rolled down my eyes as I realized this was the place I died. At least I get to see you mom, I get to be with you one last time. The creature drew me closer, every second that passed brought me nearer to my death. I was now right in front of it and I closed my eyes, welcoming death.

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.