Never Die Extra Novels & Stories

I bet you that he would even happily deliver boxes of condoms for her without a single complaint. Despite everyone else laughing at me and mocking me for it, I just replied quietly, "Okay. I'll send them over in a minute." I would finally be able to leave Amanda in three days anyway and return to my own world, after all. Actually, I had contracted a deadly terminal disease in my real life, which I had been suffering from all my life. At the brink of my death, a system suddenly appeared in my head. It introduced itself to me and explained that there was a book universe in which the male side character had accidentally awakened his 4th-wall self-awareness. He was no longer willing to play the

"I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Those words from the doctor completely shattered their last bit of hope. Regina let out a shrill scream and fainted on the spot. Mom collapsed right after her. Dad stared at my body beneath the white sheet. Every trace of color drained from his face as his body shook violently. Standing on the side, Calista remained in complete disbelief, still muttering, "How could he be dead… How could he die…" Just then, the system's voice rang out inside my head.

After a while, the internet finally stopped talking about me. But then, a random comment brought everything back. Arcadezwade: The day my grandma passed, I saw this really wide-eyed, pretty girl buying a burial plot. She looked about my age. I overheard her telling the salesperson that she was buying it for herself. She said she wanted the quietest place possible to lay herself to rest. She’s still so young. I hope she changes her mind. Attached to the comment was a blurry photo. Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

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.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

The line went dead. ******

The smoke drifted up slowly, threading through the candlelight. She stood before the urn for a long while, then turned and looked right where I was floating. She then called out my name softly, "Ash…" I was instantly stunned. I tried to call out to her, but I suddenly remembered that I was dead and that I couldn't make any sound at all. Grandma still nodded, though. "I can see you, Ash." I immediately burst into tears. It turned out that after I died, there was still someone who noticed me.