Sometimes People Die Novels & Stories

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.

Despite our differences, we are all made similar by one thing — mortality. But then, even death allows for dissimilarities. We all die in different ways. Some are killed by a lover, others by sickness/illness, and many are killed in fatal accidents. And luckily for some, they get taken away by natural causes, such as old age. But this is not for those people. This is for those who have been wrongfully and forcefully snatched away from their loved ones before they got the chance to say 'goodbye'. [ JACQUELINE ]

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 could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

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?"

Life is sometimes so unfair but objectively correct. There are no pains that cannot be healed, no bonds that cannot be joined, people that do not come back—the concept of life and death. Widely known as the eminent pain after a person, who is deliberately said to set out on a better journey. Maybe not. Since no one has yet discovered what occurs after death, there are only scientific and religious theories to go by.

Or worse. There are a lot of things worse than death, and I don’t doubt these people are above that, the question is why? Why?!

As they say, there's time for everything, a time to weep, and a time to smile. Also, they say legends never die, but not to everyone, since a single person can't be a legend to everyone. It is not an empty word, but a fact… a bitter reality. Same way everyone can't be a legend in our books, we won't matter to everyone, but still, those who you truly matter to will feel your absence when you no longer walk on the face of the earth.

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.