My Instant Death Novels & Stories

"So there's a party tonight at Xander's. You are highly invited." "Do you realize that someone is dead? Do you realize that people have been dying since last week? Do you fucking realize that at all?" She stepped back. "Uhm, isn't it a disease breakout or something?" "What? A disease breakout and you're fucking standing on your feet?"I looked at everyone standing and listening to me. "It's no fucking break out, get that? Someone is out there killing people and we're just living like today's going to be our last day. Did Henshaw know he was going to die that day? Did Mereba? Did Igor? Did the fucking bouncer know? Did Scarlett know she was going to meet her death today? Did my mother?!"

I ignored her and instructed the servants to escort the old woman to her chambers to rest. I knew perfectly well what she really meant. In seven days, the death-feigning potion would wear off and Stellan would come back to life. When that happened, he would not let me get away with it. However, that was fine. I was not going to give him the chance. In this life, Stellan Montclair was going to stay exactly what he was—a dead man in a crypt. "Mother." Ansel tilted his head up to look at me, reaching out with a small hand to tug at my sleeve.

“What? Is there news about him?” “Oh, there’s plenty. I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it.” “Go on, what about him?” “Jason’s brother was killed by a truck when bullies chased him all over the place, his fucking neighbors,” the boy said. Grant watched him. The boy’s head made him look like an improper fraction; he also had a big mouth to match. “Oh, here’s another weird stuff. They say Jason killed one of the people that killed his brother by just thinking it.”

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

Unknown person POV “Aadi is dead.” I said taking a long puff from the cigarette. “Dead?” he whispers yelled in shock. “How and when? How the hell I did not know about it?” he screamed once again. “10 days before. It’s all over the news. They fabricated it as a fire accident due to a short circuit in his mansion.” I replied taking another long puff from the cigarette. “And you are informing me now.” I nodded my head slightly.

I didn't receive any messages or notifications that my follow request had been approved. I sat down and looked at myself in a handheld mirror. I watched as the numbers above my head slowly counted down. I had three hours to go. I wanted them to be with me on my last day in this life; I wanted to know how they would react when I died. Maybe they would be pleasantly surprised—no one cared about my life or death, after all. They were my family, but they despised me with every fiber of their being. I brought the food to the table and waited. Some oil had splashed onto my hand while cooking, and it hurt. It didn't take away from my excitement, though.

Crash! It was too late when he realized what he’d done. The tricks and manipulation that's been implanted to him accompanied him as he tried to remember why he tried to escape his building from the 20th floor. But as the ground rapidly came closer to Alana to welcome him to a new realm of fire he’s never seen before, it only then clicked. For a split second, he was almost sure that Caine’s face was down on the ground like a summer waiting for the cold fall. The moment he flatlined was the moment his entire body met the ground flat. No last expressions in his face, no rigor mortis, just his red and white painted in the streets.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish