Is Death Inevitable Novels & Stories

I cut them off with a shout, "WHAT IS THIS EXACTLY?!" El sighed, "It's nothing." "I know about D.A.C already." I sighed, "What's more to know?" El gulped, "Nothing." "Just say it." He sighed, "People involve with the corporation tend to die." "Stop being overdramatic." I reasoned out, "Everyone's going to die someday; no one lives forever." "What I mean is that people tend to die earlier than the year they should die." He shrugged, "It's a fact."

Bob? - Of course. And I was not talking about losing, losing. I was referring to the fact that when a person is missing you go through the hell that is inevitable. But that person is just missing, maybe one day you will be reunited. Only death has no solution. - What makes you say she is not dead?

he added which made me smiled once again. "Of course. Thank you." I said in contentment. Aside from death, there are also most inevitable things that will happen in our life. That means they will happen anyway at some point, and we don’t really feel like experiencing them. Just like what we are experiencing right now. What is happening right now. Most people can’t cope with these. They are too negative, they complain, feel bad, and even ruin their lives because of those. Or they'll just commit sin such as suicide of any kinds of things related to that.

And she almost saved me from the luck that, in the end, fell on me and that despite everything, she has now brought me to this confession, when I finally look at the face of death. I assure you, true death is not only the end of life, it is the end of everything; I can talk about it now that I look at the voracious void. Nothing awaits us beyond the threshold of life, other than an eternity of infinite oblivion. It is strange, it is as if this world were a mere story where its author arcs names from a notebook to kill characters that are no longer necessary. ♦ ♦ ♦

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 sound was too terrible to resemble one anyway, like a rough iron grating against another rough iron surface. And tell them you killed the priest? It was true. She had killed the priest. The police were probably looking for her right now. She was scared of prison. She was scared of people, bad people, and the prison would be full of those. No, she could not go there. But what was she to do? Kill him! She stared at the statue. The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her.

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.

"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

“No one has ever experienced death and come back to tell us about it. The dead don’t speak. If no one can describe what happens after we die, then death is an unknown—like Schrödinger’s cat. Until the mystery is revealed, no one knows the answer. And once it is, who can say whether the cat is alive or dead?” She let her words settle before continuing, “Death is irreversible. If you make an impulsive decision without considering the consequences, how can you be certain that relief is what awaits you? How do you know you won’t regret it the moment it’s too late?” Sarah knew the student had probably heard similar reasoning before. But she said it anyway.

- ACE - She talks about death so callously like it is a simple thing. Asking me to take her life, begging for it even is so dehumanising. I have never been one to care about whether people die or live. I have always accepted death as a part of life that is inevitable, yet it always seems to hit deep when it happens to someone I am relatively invested in and close to.