The Five Of Us Are Dying Novels & Stories

Nikolas said, a glint of accomplishment in his eyes, "If you saw someone from the dead walking around, wouldn't you come out of your hiding cave?" "Oh oh, I get it." Liam said, "I can't believe I am saying this, but Nikolas is right." "Wait what?" Roman still looked confused, "I don't understand." "No! No!" I said again, shaking my head, "We are not doing that!" "You know it's the best plan," Nikolas said, trying to convince me. "Am I the only one who doesn't have a clue of what's going on right now?" Roman mumbled and everyone ignored him.

Frank exclaimed pleadingly. Zoey added, "Dr. York, the government is very concerned about this case. Five families—a total of 12 people—living in one building died in this case. My squad leader is under immense stress at the moment." "Wait, what's the number of deaths again? 12?" Cassian looked shell-shocked. "Yes," Zoey replied. "There are five families consisting of 12 people altogether, some of whom are elderly people and children. They all died."

"Not child." "That isn’t the biggest issue here," he continues. "Someone better fucking explain to me how Avery is standing here right now, alive and well." "Why shouldn’t I be?" I demand, my anger spiking. "You’re making it sound like I died or something." "You did," Atlas says, his voice cracking again. "At least you were supposed to have." "Huh?" What in the actual hell was this nonsense he was spewing? Dead? The only people who died five years ago were my mother and the weak and pathetic Avery, who allowed herself to be used again and again by the man in front of her.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Some stumbled backward, while others threw up on the floor. The venue descended into chaos. Amidst the pandemonium, Wyatt grabbed Celia's arm, his face riddled with anxiety. "How did this happen? How is Elliot actually dead?" he questioned. But before Celia could even respond, her knees buckled, and she collapsed heavily onto the floor. "How could he be dead? He took a drug to fake his own death. I left food and water in that casket… Right! It's just the drug. The drug hasn't worn off yet. He's not dead!"

The next time I heard about Alexia, it was said that she couldn't handle the pressure and had jumped from a building. Wesley couldn't survive the blow and passed away soon after. The Cavanaugh family completely collapsed, leaving only Sean behind, broken and barely holding on. Marcus neglected his family business, and his company steadily declined. Every day, he left comments on my videos online, begging me to come back. To me, all of it was like a gust of wind blowing past, leaving no trace. Jacqueline pushed the door open just then. "Ophelia, it's time." Smiling at her, I straightened my back and held my head high as I stepped onto the stage under the spotlight.

They agreed and left without a second glance, with laughter and music drifting from the courtyard as I lay gasping in the dirt like a dying dog. I curled my hand into a fist with the last of my strength. For the first time in years, a strange calm settled over me. I knew I would find a way out, I would leave this place, and every single thing they had done to me over the past five years would be paid back. Not once, not twice, but a thousand times over!

“Relax, Waylen.” “Relax?” I scoffed. Beth was with Malik, cuddling up to the motherfucker who probably did this. I fisted my hair, a pitiful sound slipping past my lips as I stood. All five of them were dead. “How many?” “How many are pregnant?” Rey asked.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it