Our Flag Means Death Izzy Novels & Stories

Izzy growled in my head. "Anyone who tries to take this from us goes through me," she snarled. "We will win this war." I wished I shared her confidence.

Although Keisha was given a chance to end her suffering, she instead spat the blood from her mouth directly to Iyaz as she puffed for air, “I’d rather be dead by this instance, Iyaz, than to be your enlightenment and pleasure. And through all those times being with you filled me with nothing but regret.” Iyaz laughed hard and cynically then confidently told her, “THAT’S WHAT I FUCKING LIKE ABOUT MY DOLL! Being a martyr who’s willing to die for love.” He then held her face with force, “You really desire me and you don’t even have to remind me of that.”

If look could kill maybe Izzy was already dead. Candice couldn't eat her meal as well as feeling indigestion and suffocation gushes her. She was fucking jealous Izzy had everything when she did everything so she does not exist. She felt still a shadow of her but actually, Izzy was the shadow. "Candice, babe eat your food. That's not for Inst*gr*m and for a photo opt only." Candice's friend taps her jokingly as she didn't touch any of her food after snapping a photo.

“Have a fight with me and prove you’re worthy of being our ally.” “Stop it, Felix. She doesn’t have her flag.” “I can beat it out of her.” “Go ahead,” I challenged. “You see, I am the one with the greatest value here. As you remarked, there are some hidden things all around. We’re not fighting flag holders alone. There are rogues as well and they were released to kill a few of us. So killing here is a fair game, as long as you’re not caught.”

President Gunford passed the microphone to a woman nearby. "Let me set a few things, guys," said Ms. Pola. "Out there are zombies!" he pointed to the majority of District 3. "Each zombie has the intention of taking away your flag. When a zombie takes away your flag, you are already disqualified. But here's a thing, zombies also have a flag. Red flag. When taken to take their flag, it means you won't be attacked or chased by that zombie. You are invisible with his eyes. The one who reaches the finish line with the reddest flags, that's the winner!" The people cheered. They seemed to like what was going to happen.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

I had never felt so content. I could not wait to see what tomorrow would bring. —The End

“If they breach our defenses, we won’t just lose the lab. We’ll lose control of the containment protocols. Everything we’ve kept buried could be unleashed.” Julian stepped closer to Izzy. “Can you do it safely?” She looked him dead in the eye. “No. But I can do it fast.” Ari whispered again, her voice trembling, “Do it.” Everyone turned to the girl. She was shaking, but her eyes shone with a kind of desperate bravery. “People out there… they’re already dying. If we’re afraid, then what’s the point of even fighting?” Izzy gave her a small, sad smile. “Kid’s got a point.”

"Where do I sign up to play a role in this drama?" "Wow, the world is one giant novel." I couldn't let them steer the narrative off course. It was time to deploy the army of paid comments. "Quick, check if that hospital is owned by a Diller. Usually, these shady dealings are run by a CEO who owns a corrupt hospital."

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al