Novel & Cerita Someone Will Die Of Fun

Cars sped past me, caught up in the bustle of the city. I suddenly had a thought. Would Mom and Dad feel sad if I died? Eyes unfocused, I walked toward the center of the road.

"You are, in fact, doing a thing. Multiple things if we're being technical. Jumping, yelling, existing as a human being—" Mason cuts him off. "We're all in. Okay? Festival. All four of us showing up to everything. Non-negotiable." He's looking at Lila when he says it, but I feel it land on all of us anyway. "Even if you're dying?" she asks me. "Especially if I'm dying," I say. "I'll just die at your meet instead of at home. That's what friends do." Kai raises his drink. "To dying together at sporting events. That's the dream."

The wedding venue erupted into chaos. "Is Emilia out of her mind? The man's already dead, and she still went to dig him up? That's straight out of a horror movie." "She practically beat Elliot to a pulp every single day he was alive. What, is she planning to keep swinging at him now that he's dead?" "Wait, did that guy just say he actually died? What does that mean? Was he still alive when they put him under?" The sudden turn of events sent the guests into a frenzy.

Why would such a domineering and arrogant woman like Rhea Moore die in an explosion on a random afternoon? Moreover, it was caused by an explosion during an experiment. She would never make such a rookie mistake. "I know you have your doubts, and I'm quite surprised myself. However, things do happen sometimes," the man said casually. "People die every day in this world, and they die of all sorts of death. Look at the virus. How many people have died from it? Today, it's Rhea. Tomorrow, it may be you. Then, it may be my turn the day after. Anyone can die anytime, so why can't it happen to Rhea?"

I ask. “I do. There will be quite a lot of high-profile types there, and we already have enough to worry about with the shooting at the fair. If the people who killed him find out where the funeral is, they’ll wipe us all out just to prove that they can.” I know he’s right. We’ve seen it before, even with people we considered brothers. One of our men died when I was overseas, and his funeral was shot up by the man who killed him. The only reason I wasn’t gunned down in that massacre is because my flight was delayed.

"It’s 2026. You’re in my home. You’re alive." ​I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears of rage and confusion. "You killed me. In the last life... you didn't just let me die. You did it yourself." ​Julian’s face went deathly pale. He didn't pull away. He didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. The "Forbidden Touch" was screaming at us—the closer we got, the more the Shadow between us pulsed, a dark, magnetic force that wanted to pull us into a single, lethal atom.

"Tsk, tsk! She has such an amazing husband, yet she doesn't cherish him. Faking her husband's death just for an idiot! How disgusting!" "You're right! Some people just don't cherish what they have. I've noticed since five years ago that something funny has been going on with her and that idiot." "I heard that idiot was a student that her husband sponsored. What a disgusting couple! This is how she repaid her husband?!" Henry looked at everyone, casting him condescending gazes and calling him an idiot. He suddenly lost it and yelled hysterically, "I'm not an idiot! Besides, my wife has long said that she wants to marry me!"

This was the most bizarre night of my life. "Are you…I'm sorry…Are you asking me, if you sexed a demon so good, you killed them?" "You're laughing but a man died today," she said solemnly. "Your laughing but I felt a man cum and die." "I'm…you're right, my apologies. Well, if it's any consolation, knowing Zee, he was probably very honored to spend his last moments doing what he loved best. But, I wouldn't fret too much here. Knowing Zee he's probably very much alive elsewhere, and this was only a minor inconvenience for the man. He's probably laughing it up."

And NOT when this happens in my town. “I tell you anything, then I’m as good as dead,” the guy mumbles, then spits blood. I laugh right out loud as Missile shakes his head. He was a good man to have as a back-up, or maybe I had him tag along to keep me from truly going off. “You seriously think what we’re going to do to you is better? You see that sick bastard over there? He knows how to skin you but keep you alive,” Missile warns, flicking his head at me.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."