Novel & Cerita Someone Will Die Of Fun

Irving, too, looked at me with feigned surprise and said, "So you'd already called the firefighters ahead of time. No wonder you dared to jump down. I thought you were trying to kill me by pushing me off the rooftop. I guess you just wanted to scare me, huh? "But don't you remember that you had some men beat me until my eardrum was perforated. If I really did fall from that height, I might've gone completely deaf." Irving looked fearful and aggrieved. His eyes reddened as he looked at Natalia. He went on, "I'm not afraid of dying. I just can't bear to leave you behind. Still, Lucian loves you very much. Even if I really died, he would probably take good care of you."

Nat jokes. "B-but still. Five people just died. In my casino. On its first fucking day too." "I guess when you watch the ones closest to you die a few strangers doesn't resonate like it used to." Liam admits.

Richard said. "Do you mean I shouldn't have fun just because I am sick? Everybody dies eventually. So why shouldn't I enjoy while I'm still alive? I know of many people who are healthier than I and they die at a very young age. One should not live a sad life because of fear of death; one should live happily because life is precious. It doesn't matter how long you live your life, what matters is how happy you live your life," Janet stated. Richard became speechless and couldn't say a word. He just kept staring at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

But he must have taken it as I do not believe his words so he tried to convince me more by nodding with eagerness. “Were they expecting such things as this in a funeral as for the reason why they do not bring children to a wake?” I asked, rubbing off the silly thought about teasing Gab. I also think this is not the right time to make fun of him when we are practically facing a possible death. “Exactly!” Gab said, confirming my words. “And everyone in there can be considered as problems, plague, pestilence, and even cancer causing, good-for-nothing people in society. So, I don’t think their death is mournful. They had it coming,” Gab continued.

You could be grumpy too to me, in such a way our annoyance to each other will get along. "Are you well?" I asked him the same question I asked Mia. I didn't mean to sound too concern, but it was natural for me. I can’t help that. I heard a laugh for a respond. I am too stupid to ask him. Haist. I forget about his ego. “Wow. Your concern at me. Thank you." His voice sounded happy. Why would he be happy? He almost died yesterday. But as I have said, they don't seem to take death very seriously because they have the ability to avoid it. Death is not very common with these creatures compared to us humans.’

“Then how do you know what side you’re on is the right side?” “Because,” I replied, “We have people well over the age of 25 living in our communities. Death has been a rarity for us. And we all have powers.” I let the sentence hang between us for a few moments, giving it a chance to sink in. “No.” S breathed in shock. “No, that’s not possible.” “Believe it,” Jax said lightly. “It’s true.” “It can’t be. They die by 25. We have funerals for them. Each time it’s between 22-25.” She sounded slightly panicked.

He just looked at me as if he was getting bored. "Did I mention earlier that the Death Ministry was like a big amusement park?" I nodded in response to his question when I remembered that I had heard that from him once. But that nod of mine turned into a grin when I realized what he was referring to. If their Death Ministry is like an amusement park, does that mean that he's bored already in the amusement park?

Moreover, a person would die eventually, and the method of death was not important to him at all. "Everyone will die. It doesn't matter if he dies miserably or peacefully. What matters is this experience," said Saber Twelve.

"You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell." When he heard this, John began to laugh. "Did I say something funny?" I was angry that he was taking everything as a joke. Even the murder of a human. "Actually yes." he continued to laugh. "I didn't come to kill you. I'm coming to walk you around the mansion. As for Richard, he went to ride his favorite horse, Spirit. When he gets home, he does this first." Poor animal, had a terrible owner. "Oh, that means I should feel lucky." I replied irritably.

At the very least, the anguish I will experience when I die because of it will be short-lived. He had lost the serious expression on his face, and it had replaced him with a look of befuddlement. He stared at me with a puzzled expression on his face. “Are you serious? I thought you’d be horrified when I shoved you here, but it appears like you’re much more terrified that you won’t receive any money when you die here.” My brow wrinkled. “Isn’t that why many people commit themselves to Live Suicide for money?” “Ahh... Okay. By the way, I’m joking. Don’t take yourself too seriously, Hahaha!”