Novel & Cerita Life Is Yours Death Is Mine

“This gun of mine will gladly transport you to the next life.” ***

“Even if you are a bitch who sleeps with others, you are my bitch, you can only be mine, your life is determined by me, even if you die, you will die in my hands.” -*

“What – what are you talking about!? Is that an option!?” “Oh, darling,” Life says, laughing and reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it fondly as she shakes her head. “Don’t you see? You’re my child – it’s not that easy to kill you, sweetheart. As it stands you’re only…” she screws her mouth to the side, looking for the words to explain it. “Just barely dead. Not actually dead. Not like the rest of them.” She shrugs like it’s completely simple. But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because…

“Death would be better.” “Yours or the people that did this to you?”

My soul itched with confusion. “The One in heaven wants you…” A force poked me from behind. “... to decide your own fate.” When I looked back, I saw pitch darkness. I faced ahead again, and a little light was all I saw. It exposed the box before me. “In this box are two stones,” Death continued. “One says ‘live’. The other says ‘vanish’.” “You want me to gamble my life?” “If you choose to live, you may return to your life. However, I will find you after ten measly years must have passed.”

"If you do this, you'll die," "Then so be it,"

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.

The scholar in rebellion, bound to the pyre. Across from him, Marcus–Leo - chained the same way. Flames licked higher, hungry and bright. “Mia,” Marcus said, voice raw with smoke. “Don’t look away.” Her tears streaked through ash. “If this is the end—” “It isn’t,” he said fiercely. “I swear it won’t be. We’ll find each other again. Across lifetimes. Across death itself.” Their fingers reached through the flames, barely touching. The guards shouted, the crowd roared, the fire screamed louder—

"Your wolf is dead, and you probably won't make it past three days. You should get your affairs in order." Was I dying? But I hadn't found Clara yet. If I died, would Dad and Mom finally forgive me?