Man Dying Novels & Stories

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.

Darcy’s emotion calmed down when they reached home. When Kaze went to park the car in the garage, he called Snow to have her investigate James' mysterious death. James died right after he visited the fake Kaze in the psychiatric ward. Something must have happened! Meanwhile, at La Familia Club, where Dan Niner usually hung out, he got wind of what happened to Manny and the rest of his men. “What? Manny and the others were arrested by Tiger Fangs?”

Jimmy said quietly, “He’s dead.” The drunken man did not react at first. “Dead? What are you talking about? Who’s dead?” “Charles.”

I said looking at the two women “how about it?” “Whatever you say, malyshka” ********************* “Hold on, what do you mean that it was Dante? The man died years ago, Sienna” Alessio said frowning in confusion “you even called dad informing him yourself” “I thought he was dead. It was announced that he was. The man was shot in the head, but whatever happened, it seems like the man has been alive throughout this whole time. I tried talking to him, fighting him off, but nothing worked. Had it not been for Christian who shot him, the man would have killed me” Sienna explained.

He did not scold me for acting childish yesterday, but instead, he punished me again last night and made me scream in pleasure. He's a sex monster. I grabbed my phone, and the first news that came out today was ‘A man found dead in Manchester, who was brutally killed by a pipe.’ Silver pipe? I didn't know that thing was hella dangerous. I stared at the picture of the headlines, particularly at the silver pipe beside the blurred dead person. Why was that silver pipe so familiar?

I take the paper but nothing on it makes sense. "Over the past week I've had both an Alpha and Beta at another pack pass away. They were hospitalized and I was hoping that they would pull through but unfortunately they didn't." He says with a power in his voice I don't hear very often. It makes something in me start clawing it's way out. What happened to them? He shifts in his seat and I raise an eyebrow. Mr. Man over here is getting all hot and heavy he can't concentrate. I lean forward towards the desk.

I looked at him with wide eyes. "He is dead." He said and I was numb... the man who haunted me in my dreams since childhood is dead. "My men found his old place and traced him and found out that a few years ago he died of a terminal illness. Some even said he had AIDS." He said and I was shocked... that man had Aids... if he had raped me then even I... god... I was shivering and Aiden stood up and hugged me.

“He died from heart failure yesterday at 2 a.m. He wasn’t able to wait for a suitable donor.” I was stunned. A shaft of sunlight came through the window and shone on the bed. Outside, I heard people talking and the sound of cars driving past. The world was turning as it usually did, but the man named Wendell Burns was no longer here. “What about Vivian?” “In the morgue.” There was a wicked curve to Chester’s lips. “She’s there to see him for the last time. She’s crying very hard.” I was silent for a long time.