Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

Chapter 6 So, just like the Princess in the story, I answered him. “I accept it.” The thought that I would never see my father again scared me the most. Death is the only way for me to see him again. I will endure no matter how long I stay in this world as long as it pays for my death. There, when I saw the Grim Reaper named Saint sudden grin. And that gave horror to me. Unbeknownst to the princess, the fox is currently planning how he will eat the princess.

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

“Don’t think I’m bounded to you by the stupid ring on my finger, I am not obligated to let you manipulate me and probably kill me and my daughter. It’s till death do us part Grey….” “So just know that I would be the death of you!”

“If I die tonight, promise me one thing.” “No.” “Promise.” I turned to her, hands gripping her waist. “I’m not letting you die. We fight. We burn. We bleed. But we do it together.” She kissed me like it was goodbye. And then we rode out. To war. —

"These swindlers are getting too brazen!" My body finally gave out. I vomited a mouthful of black blood and collapsed, the world fading around me. The last thing I heard before I closed my eyes was the officer's frantic shout. "Contact his family! Hurry!"

I can’t deal with never seeing Xander again. I wish I had died in the field. XXX

I dream of white fire turned violet at the edges; of her hand on my jaw, not in death but in defiance. When the wind turns wrong, I wake certain I’m being watched by something I can’t kill yet. “Soon,” I tell the hush. The hush agrees. And somewhere above gods and below roots, Death laughs once—and files the sound away for later

’ However, to his surprise, the little one turned back before he got on the luxury black car and left a meaningful glance even though it just stayed for a second. “Get in.” Said the man. The door closed quickly and the car was soon nowhere to be seen, leaving the two standing silly in the rain. "Damn this man! Who the hell does he think he is. How could he be so cold even to his own son? Is that boy truly his son? I would rather die if I had such a dad like him."

Accompanied by the howling wind, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I tried hard to open my eyes but could only see rocks flying past. I smiled, feeling genuinely happy. This was the perfect death I had chosen for myself. A bottomless cliff meant certain death. My body would nourish the earth. And I would never have to see Xander, Oliver, Jacob, or Asher who did not love me, ever again. [Congratulations, Host. You are about to return to your original world.]

"Your wolf is dead, and you probably won't make it past three days. You should get your affairs in order." Was I dying? But I hadn't found Clara yet. If I died, would Dad and Mom finally forgive me?