Suicide Shop Novels & Stories

Anyone who dares to slack would die without knowing what killed them. I quickly step away by pretending to hit my foot against a big dustbin beside the arms dealer shop and bending down to grab my foot. “How much?” I ask the shop owner after getting up. He has his mouth agape. The first bullet pierces the waste bin and lodges in a tree behind it. All the occupants of the weapon shop were startled. Since the shop owner still does not know how to react, I throw a few hundred dollar bills on the counter before grabbing a few loaded guns and dashing toward the alleyway up ahead.

She was curious to see where he was going to take her, so she kept to herself until he stopped in front of a small bar. She looked at the name and squinted her face. Light and Love coffee and booze shop. She had never thought that there would come a day when she would see coffee and booze paired together. To her, it made no sense, but she kept all of her thoughts to herself. The shop looked like something out of a children's book, less like a shop that would sell anything and more like a cottage where an old woman would live. She knew that the insides must be warm and fuzzy and that this might be a good ambience to help her escape reality.

across from my shop. "What's that?" Lola shifted forward and grabbed the phone. "Oh my God." "Yeah. Oh my God! What I'm going to do?" "I say, we close the shop and open next week." "I can't do that. I need more money to move soon." "Then what are we going to do? Surely, you don't intend to go into that place this time of the night or any time of the day at all. That's a suicide mission, it's called The Den for a good reason." Lola frowned.

I watch Azael hold the man in front of us tightly. He has it by the neck and I think that from one moment to the next he will run out of oxygen. It is the third company we looted today, and it seems that for the first time today, we have a bit of luck. The man was about to commit suicide when we entered the door, fortunately, Azael was faster and shot his hand, causing him to drop the gun with which he was going to shoot himself. And no, it is not because he was simply suicidal, which does not make much sense knowing that he works at the headquarters of one of the most powerful mafias in the country.

But somehow, she couldn't take her eyes off it. Rosabella looked up quietly, and this shop was called "Sales of Time." It's a weird name inside of her. Everyone knows that time is priceless and never recovered after it's over. And this store dares to name it part-time. Sell something so priceless, is that okay? So the person who bought it, what's the price?

Steele shoes sales were dropping, and fast! Mrs Steele was bat-shit crazy; after their emergency meeting the week before, she concluded to suppress the Soul-Shoes, a decision that wasn’t one of her best. They’d gone ahead to create a scandal, calling the quality of their Soul-Shoes poor and outrightly dangerous.

She hurried and opened the door wanting desperately to get away from the man that was beginning to scare her. When they entered the shop, it was as if they were transported into a different world. She looked at the guy to see that he was trembling at the décor but Andi felt oddly at home. It had several skulls on display, a dog laid sleeping on the heart. It was black and grey. Pickled animals were in jars on the shelves. “I should be going.” “Why? It’s just a fortune teller shoppe right?” “It’s fucking creepy.” Right then an older woman with wrinkly skin walked out from the back upon hearing their voices.

“Okay, honey. We’ll be close by if you need us. Just text or call us, and we’ll be here.” I roll my eyes at their overprotective behavior and push them towards the SUV. “I will. Now, go away, Jerks!” Both men chuckle and do what they’re told. As soon as I walk into the shop, I feel all of the tension leave my shoulders. The scent of butterscotch and cinnamon instantly overwhelms my senses as I take in the familiar surroundings. Sophia designed the interior of my shop when I purchased it. The walls are painted pearl pink with white wainscoting, and hanging on the walls are Parisian photographs. The tables are wrought iron with delicate gold tapered chairs, and the counter is made of gleaming

Live Suicide is an exclusive platform where people put an end to their lives and commit suicide digitally in front of a large audience. What the fuck is going on? Is this true? Does this imply that many people will see my demise? What will I gain by doing this? I want to commit suicide, but I don’t want anyone to watch me, even if they are on the screen. If you’re wondering if this is true, don’t worry, because it is! Many people have committed suicide here, and we have financially compensated them. Money? What am I going to do with that money when I already have a lot of money in my pockets? I don’t seek any financial help. I will execute myself, not for financial reasons, but because I hav

Chapter 11: The Hike Shahida and I went to the nearby shop they called Fortluck. It sells magic potions, accessories they believe could alter their future, and services like foreseeing. The owner lends his bathroom for Shahida to get dressed and fix herself. While in the living room that connects his sacred place where he does his service, he offers me tea he made personally. According to him, it's tea that puts your mind at ease. “Thank you,” I said while smiling. I put the tea cup on the table.