Novel & Cerita Someone Will Die Of Fun

“Because it’s so unfair! Why do they have to die?” “Death is inevitable. Even if you try to escape death, it will still come to you one day. We could delay it, and that’s our job as doctors but we could never stop it from happening. We will reach the point where we will die, you could die first or it could be. Who knows?” “It’s still unfair! Earlier, a kid died because a snake in the zoo escaped and bit him. They just went there to have fun but why does it have to end like that?”

The five men were wantonly venting their grief and anger, like cutting up sweet potatoes and vegetables. They had killed for more than ten minutes. The people of the Zombie race were all killed one by one. "Are you feeling better?" Chu Xun asked. Yue Fandie nodded and said with a bitter smile, "In such a chaotic world, no one dares to expect when they will die. Death is inevitable. But it is so uncomfortable to lose so many relatives." Chu Xun nodded slightly. This was the reason why he chose to say it now. Otherwise, if they knew it in the future, they would be too sad. Now they were able to vent their anger here.

“You want to fight with the judge with your IQ? Hurry up and cut off your internal organs. If you don’t cut off your internal organs soon, there won’t be enough time. When the time comes, your brain will be pierced by high heels!” “What a waste of time. The countdown is almost half over. Hurry up and cut off her internal organs!” “This woman won’t cut off her internal organs until her head is blown off by the high-heeled shoes, right? That would be too boring!” “No, not many people are willing to wait for death when they have a chance to live. At least, a scumbag like her can’t do it!” “You didn’t see her expression. I’m dying of laughter. My smile froze!”

I let out a scream between sobs. "FUN?! Fun?! How's faking my mom's death fun? How was making me think she died because I wanted a cake for my 14th birthday party fun? And oh, let's not forget how fucking fun it was allowing her disgusting, poor excuse of a third husband touch me?! Were you in on that FUN! ..." "Bloody hell, no. no, no, no, no. And fuck no. He's a dead man." His body was pulsating with anger.

Seething at me. " What's there to laugh, baby doll?" He asks, and I shake my head in a no. Looking into his eyes to already see his death. Rage covers his features as he applies more pressure, but I continue to chuckle. " You death." He stills. His grip drops as he looks into my eyes in confusion. " What do you mean?" Who is going to tell him? " Your death is fun Ryder. It's the most inhuman and brutal death ever known in history."

My face becomes blank immediately, no trace of humor can be found because inside… I'm dead. "You're so lucky. At least now you'll live with caution… Or not. The button will always be with me. You all are lucky but the people at my hotel were not, the people at my clubs were not! None of them knew they were going to die. Yes, I've taken lives but you see the deaths of those people continue to haunt me. Yet, I wonder how you all can still sleep and eat and play polo." My eyes meet with Uncle's brown ones and all I see is dread and disappointment? But at this point, I really don't care.

“I am simply pointing out the speed at which we will learn of our benefactor’s demise. Which, I must reiterate, will be prompt.” I giggled at the joke. When Andre glared at me, I said defensively, “I like dark humor.” “Nobody has ever died in this race,” Joemar said. “At least, not that they’ve reported. So you probably don’t need to freshen up your CVs.” He paused for three long seconds. “Probably.” “You’re not helping relieve my anxiety,” Andre muttered. “On an unrelated note, do I still get paid if you die before I’m knocked up?”

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

I don't know if it's me or something, but I think I've heard a large amount of people dying. It's as if Mr. Death went traveling around the world without taking any break. Who's the next to die? probably me because I'm not even sure that I'm going to live long, not with how pitiful I am. “Yeah, she died in the death war." Hunter began to play with his fingers and humming a song too. It's a way to keep himself distracted from feeling sad. Who knows how hard it is to lose a sibling? I would never be able to experience it since I'm the only child of my parents. Though I might, only if I'm going to be able to miss myself when I die if that makes any sense.

"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?!"