Novel & Cerita Man Dying

Mane smiled strangely and said. “What?” Dan couldn’t resist asking. Mane was emitting a kind of charm that caught even him off guard – a deadly charm. “The fate of all others who have crossed me,” Mane smiled cynically. “DEATH!”

I don’t know what’s happening but the pain is crushing me inside. ‘What’s…’ I groan to Luna as I try to remain standing there. ‘I think… it’s the link to all wolves as the goddess….’ She whimpers. My eyes flash as I stare at him, this pain… I’m about to speak when he raises his hand and points ahead. All eyes turn as the man slumps forward- dead. I run to the man, but it’s too late. He’s gone. “Get a healer!” Danciana commands, but it’s futile… Someone must have already given the order because soon I hear running footsteps.

Which is indeed true, just watching Dai who seems perfect to me minus his arrogance. It's 7pm, the girls have fallen asleep by my side with both sitted on either side. I am about to wake them when Mr. Trump's Doctor exits the ER with a sullen face, oh God!. "Mr. Japana........." the doctor drags out while Dai stands up from his seat causing the girls to wake up. "I regret to announce to y'all that Mr. Denzel Trump didn't make it, we tried our possible best but the cancer had damaged his vital organs. I am deeply sorry for your loss" he says bowing and taps Dai on the back as a form of consolation.

"And tell her to stop parading her victory in my face." Ford was already fussing over Kyra, gently checking her cheek. "It's okay, baby. She's just overwhelmed by grief. She'll calm down." My phone vibrated. A text from Billy: "The plane is ready." I went back to my room, pulled out the crisp stationery I'd prepared, and began to write my suicide note. "Dearest Aiden, By the time you read this, I'll be gone. The pain of losing Ford is too much to bear. Without him, the very air feels thin..."

"He's not doing so good,he isn't going to be as lucky as we thought,and his treatment was going so well...there is just not a good way to tell you this" "Did he..." "He barely has three months left True" A tear fell from her left eye,she wiped it off,then faced me,putting up a front. My grandad was a joker,a fun guy,who was always himself,he knew how to light up a place. He loved life,he loved living it,why wasn't it me instead! While my mind was racing with thoughts,Nurse Fumi spoke up,clearing her throat. "He needs support,and patience right now,he needs you to be there for him. It isn't easy living when you know you're about to die any time soon"Nurse Fumi said,and waited for me to say so

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave.

They dismissed my concerns as an overreaction. They lived carelessly, yet it was my life that had ended. The steel rebars pierced through my chest. The blood froze onto the rebars. Every breath felt like my body was being sliced open. I desperately reached for my phone and called Lamont repeatedly until my battery died. He never answered even one call.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.