The Five Of Us Are Dying Novels & Stories

A thing may have a name, but more often than not, peeling back the political correctness to reveal the nasty honesty beneath was healthier. So this was death row. If the men and women within it avoided their intervention, well, then they would become zombies. Or bone eaters. Or smilers. And they, the five, were Crowners. That sounded a lot healthier than ‘End of Life Policy Counselors’, which was what it said on their tax returns.

I didn’t take Charmaine to be a scared cat. “The good thing is that I am not a witch right?” I shrugged, and prepared to leave when we heard voices, as if some people were fighting. We ran out as fast as we could and having got outside, we looked at each other. “What the hell?” we had pushed our way through the crowd, to see what was happening when we saw a sickening scene. Five pack members were dead on the ground. One of them was decapitated. I saw Pharrell's eyes morph into a killing motion. His hands were clenched into a tight fist.

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."

Fez muttered from the floor "Yeah. It wasn't us, you got the wrong guys" another guy followed suit. I sighed in annoyance, combing my fingers through my hair angrily. "I am never wrong and since no one is going to confess. I'm going to kill you all," I said to them. "Each person dies every five minutes until someone talks." "And when you're done have their bodies shipped to South LA"I said to Giovanni and handed him his gun. I headed out but stopped at the door and looked back at men,

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.”

Inside the casket, I couldn't tell night from day. Hunger eventually stripped away what was left of my sanity. I bit at the wood and clawed at the lid over and over, desperate to tear my way out, until every single one of my fingernails ripped completely off my fingers. The already thinning oxygen grew heavy with a suffocating, putrid stench as my own waste started piling. I didn't know how many days had passed when I finally died in agony.

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!

So as not to reveal himself. My eyes widen with this sudden realization. “You´re...” The Five comprises of Silas, Lunamara, Tabitha, Abel, and... “Yes, Laura. Speak my name.” “Barnabas.” “The Third Wolf.” “Although how is this possible?” “The Five possess impossibly long lives. Perhaps not immortality, although long enough for me to live for a millennium. Two of my brethren were killed by this dagger. Silas was betrayed and went to his death. And--”