Novel & Cerita Man Dying

He said looking from one of the sad people in front of him to another “Remember I love you, Derek Darius Rucker.” “Don’t call me that!” He yelled crying “Nigel?” he called with horror as the old man’s lids shut themselves, his breathing stopped and his hold on the teen loosen. Shaking his head denying the fact that the old man was dead, he hugged him, trying to hear his heartbeats which were no longer beating. “Jessie, please do something! Please! Danica do something!" He pleaded as he hugged the now dead man “Please.” he muttered crying.

before hanging up. "What was that about?" I asked casually, still riding the high of our new official status. "Nothing important." He took my hand, interlacing our fingers and gripping tightly. His tone was as casual as if he was commenting on the nice weather. "Damien Blackwood killed himself this morning. Silver blade to the heart." I was slightly stunned by the news, then felt a strange sense of closure wash over me. "Oh." I responded simply, my gaze sweeping over the hurried pedestrians on the distant street.

Dan. Adam’s body felt something strange. Lt. Dan was no longer the same person he used to know. He looked like his body was being controlled. “what happened buddy?”, asked Adam. He was about to shed his tears. He could sense that Lt. Dan was dying from within. “answer me, what happened?”, asked Adam for the second time. “we are all going die”, Lt. Dan replied. “I will not let that to happen”, Adam uttered. Lt. Dan smirked at him.

He said and pulled me back in for another kiss that lasted only a few seconds before the ringing of a phone pulled us apart. Andres reached for his phone and waved it at me. Jasmine’s name flashed on the screen and I laughed when Andres rolled his eyes before taking the call. “Are you that worried about me that yo—“ Andres stopped talking. Jasmine probably said something serious. I watched Andres' face change and I feared what Jasmine might have found out. When he spoke to me, my jaw dropped in shock. “Manuel is dead.”

Nadia said, “I don’t have any other information except the payments were being auto drafted from this business.” “Ahh yes, Dan.” The old man stopped typing. His eyes softened but his brow wrinkled. “He is dead?” “You knew him?” Jake leaned on the dusty desk. “Ah yes, I do. I am sorry to hear of his passing. Was it related to his business?”

The sachet of instant coffee went into the mug of hot water, and still nothing. Wait— I moved closer to the screen to make sure I was seeing what they were displaying properly. "Kael Romano, who is suspected to be part of the infamous Mancini Mafia, was declared dead an hour ago after getting into a major accident while being pursued by the police." I read the display again and tried to make sense of it. He was dead. Ho- The word got caught in my throat as the video of a car blowing up showed on the TV immediately. It was on fire, the firefighters moving in, and I felt the mug in hand drop to the floor when I saw the paramedics bring out a burnt body.

The body of the middle-aged man was seen lying on the asphalt with blood that remembered so much. "Elips! Hang in there!" exclaimed Danial. "Tu-lord..." "Bella, quickly call an ambulance," Danial ordered. Kimberly immediately took out her cell phone and called an ambulance. "Master... I'm sorry that I can only accompany you here." Elips' hand fell to the bloodied asphalt. Her eyes were slightly open with a blank stare. The old man passed away. Danial bowed his head. Unnoticed, his tears fell down his cheeks. The man's hand moved slowly to close Elips' eyes.

".. death." -END OF FLASHBACK-

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Brayden and Meredith assumed their normal prepositions in the car looking out their respective windows and holding hands between them. Meredith wasn't sure why they held hands so much. But she didn't mind at all.Having her small hand in Brayden's somehow helped to calm her. Even though she had been married for over a month she still found the whole Death Contract a little hard to swallow when she thought about it. She tried not to think about it. She had signed the papers and there was no going back. She ran on the treadmill as often as she could and took the anxiety pills the doctor had given her. But truly it was an impossible situation for anyone.