Live And Let Die Novels & Stories

In my past life, my class cornered me on the school rooftop after our SAT. "Winnie wouldn't have jumped if you didn't rat us out!" "You ruined our chances to make it into Croma, the best college there is! We had a million staked on this!" With the class officer taking the lead, over a dozen pairs of hands pushed me at the same time. I could hear the howling in my ears as I fell, and they were all laughing in relief. When I opened my eyes again, I was alive and sitting in class on the day before our SAT. Winnie Ascott was standing up front, her phone screen projected on the whiteboard. She was presenting an app called the Ultimate Answer Sheet, with an electronic contract beside it. "

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

DAYS OF THE LIVING DARGNESS In a small, partially damp room, Prince Richard washes blood off his hand in a bowl of water after then he towels his hand with a cloth by the side. "You chose to die after all?" Prince Richard asked then turns around to Rashik Lum-at, whose cheek and eyes were swollen and bloody, his hands were cuffed by a chain hanging from the ceiling of the room, suspending him from the ground a little. Rashik grinned at Prince Richard, showcasing his broken teeth and bloody mouth, in response to the question. "Soldiers" Prince Richard called out. Two Riana Soldiers rushed into the room then bows before Prince Richard "Give him a good beaten then take him to Sri Roderick for h

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Evie stood beside me, her shoulder rubbing against my upper arm as we leaned against the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off the image on the screen. It wasn’t a picture I had seen before. It looked fairly recent, which told me it was likely from his most recent deployment. When the funeral director began to speak, I tuned out. I didn’t want to hear all the generic phrases that were recycled for every funeral.

"Let them reunite..." "...so they may all die together."

Our teacher in philosophy asked us. What is living? Some of my classmates said: living is being alive, not dead, and progressing. Some just answered to be alive or alive. They all have different meanings of what living is, but nonetheless they're just the same. According to Merriam Webster dictionary: living is having life or the condition of being alive. Aristotle defined that every living thing has a certain form, part of which explains the thing's being alive. In Plato's definition, the meaning of life is in attaining the highest form of knowledge, which is the idea or form of the good, from which all good and just things derive utility and value. Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having

Delia, who had smiled at me with Roland's eyes and her mother's mouth and I had never once looked closely enough to see what was underneath all of it. My thumb hovered over the screen. Across the room, Damien was still holding Daniel's letter, his eyes moving over it a second time, his free hand hanging loose at his side. Vivienne had pressed two fingers to her mouth and was staring at the carpet. Daniel was standing near the bookshelf, not touching anything, with the posture of someone who had learned early to take up as little space as possible in rooms that did not fully belong to them. Nobody had noticed my phone. I typed back one word.

“Marcus.” My hand shook as I slid the key card into the slot, the green light blinking on in approval. I turned the handle slowly, carefully, easing the door open just enough to peer inside. The room was dark except for the soft glow of city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. And there, on the king-sized bed, were two bodies intertwined in passionate embrace, a man and a woman, lost in a world of their own making.

Livia’s expression turned sour as she saw her name displayed on her cellphone. “What the hell does she need?” Livia quietly murmured before picking up the call. However, just as Livia was about to greet her, Letty’s voice filled with panic greeted her instead. “L-Liv! Could you please help me? Please help! Oh no, my mother is going to be furious! She’s outside!” Confused and still stammering, Letty said to her. Livia heard loud noises. Letty is currently residing in the town house that she owns, as she sought assistance from them. Letty let out a piercing scream upon hearing the sound of a gunshot.