The Five Of Us Are Dying Novels & Stories

"No, there are only four of us surviving, I killed one of my stepbrothers accidentally, My Parents are Dead, It's only four of us" "No, It appears to be five". "What does that mean?". He asked. "One of them isn't dead Shane cos I feel only two dead connections".

Coach Clive has a lukewarm reaction as well. "Lucas," Coach Clive whispered, staring directly at his eyes. "Little did you know, the expellees have their group: the 5ᵗʰ Gen! A group of Five Supremes!" He heard an emphasis when he said supremes. It felt familiar. Was it something that he heard from before? And what he said? Five Supremes? So they weren't only three? If those three possesed vast amount of powers already, how can they defeat the other two that they haven't seen already?

So, it would be strange if Five was able to accept this. “Five, I know you are not convinced. Unfortunately, you’ve lost. You will never have a chance to take revenge, so go to hell and accompany that old man who appreciates you!” After saying that, Ouro stomped his foot down, crushing Five's entire chest. “Pfft!” A large amount of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out of Five’s mouth and splashed Ouro’s leg, causing him to pull his feet back in disgust. Now that Five was on the verge of death, he would take his last breath soon.

I’ve never met anyone who was that close to one of the Five before. The Five are gods and look after all the realms. The god of death or as some know him as, the grim reaper, the goddess of life, the god of fate, the god of war, and the goddess of peace. The Five rule over us and guide us. Many covens worship them. This coven is very different as they don't worship Death but work for him. They collect souls for him. It should freak me out that Zane is a descendant of death himself, but it doesn’t. He is also a necromancer, which alone would freak most people out, along with his dark magic and manipulation of shadows. I should be terrified of him and his entire coven, but I’m not. Maybe it’s

So, Philip controlled himself as he looked at Fane, "You can ask me anything. I'll tell you anything that I can answer." All of the wandering warriors were very happy with that answer. Fane's lips curled up as he answered meaningfully, "What kind of experiment will we have to go through after we enter? I'm guessing the earlier five are all already dead? Could you tell us how they died?" Fane's words stunned everyone present. Everyone looked at Fane with a strange expression, wondering if something was wrong with Fane's head. After Fane said that, Philip's expression suddenly changed. He frowned as he said, "What do you mean by that?! How are those five dead? What kind of nonsense are you say

Liam’s voice cut through the silence, his tone sharp with curiosity. “Five,” I answered without missing a beat. “The rest are dead. The ones who got away won’t make it far.” Quinn stepped forward, her eyes cold. “Think they’ll cooperate?” I let out a dry laugh. “Doubt it. Last time I caught one of these masked bastards, he killed himself before I could get a single word out.” Mason cracked his neck, arms crossed over his chest. “They’re not gonna cross hell until I say so.”

"Sir, Ms. Spencer developed severe renal failure after donating her kidney. She’s been secretly undergoing treatment all these years, but ten days ago, her condition worsened. She passed away." "What?" William froze. He couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. From the corner of his eye, he saw the shattered urn he had so ruthlessly smashed. Mike had told him to see Whitney one last time. He had warned that William would regret breaking it. A terrible realization struck him. William scrambled forward, desperately trying to scoop up the scattered ashes. His hands were cut open by the shards of porcelain, but he didn’t seem to notice. Just as he gathered the fine ashes in his hands, they

"Why should you enjoy over twenty years of wealth and privilege, while I crawl like a rat in the gutter? I'm dying, Kurt. A terminal illness. My time is short, but I'll make sure you suffer too. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Living to atone will be the cruelest punishment." With that, he pulled out a fruit knife he had clearly prepared in advance and slashed it across my face. Then, twisting toward me, he seized my steering wheel. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I caught one last glimpse of him shoving something into his mouth. When I woke again, I was in the hospital. They told me Jacob had died in that crash. By the time I finished reading all the entries, my thoughts were spinning—sh

He looked like a demon bored at a carnival. “So this is what we’re doing now,” he said. “A little mates conference.” Cristof stiffened. Cole’s shoulders tightened. Geri’s jaw clenched. Yance pushed off the door frame and walked closer, hands in pockets. “Let me remind you. All five of you may be drooling over my sister, but I can put every one of you in the ground before breakfast.”

She thought about her little innocent unborn baby that Dylan had told her was not his, and she also thought about her two kids. "If I die today, what will happen to Caleb and Nina? They will be sad, Mom and Dad will be angry with me, and my two kids, for being a product of me and Dylan's love.. No, I cannot kill myself. I cannot starve to death because of Dylan, I cannot turn slim again. I have grown past that size. Dylan will regret bringing that woman into our home. He will come back to me, he will beg me and realize my worth to him. He will realize that I am worth more than the pleasure he desires out there. He will be back. I love you, Dylan, and I will await your return.. I just hope th