The Promised Neverland Death Novels & Stories

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

Out on the horizon, the sky slowly started turning pale. Sunrise was coming. "Heidi," I said without looking back, "promise me something." "Anything." "If I die, don't give me a funeral. Scatter my ashes in the ocean. I want... to be free. Go wherever I want." Her voice shook. "Rowan—" "Promise me." "...I promise." I smiled. "Thanks." The countdown hit zero. A notification rang through my mind. [Mission failed. Erasure protocol initiated.] I closed my eyes and waited for the end.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

She was going to have a field day on A****n picking out super amazing stuff for Dino. Meredith looked up at Brayden’s smile. It was warm and satisfying as though he had just been wrapped in the warmest, softest blanket and given the best cup of hot chocolate in existence and told he could make a wish and it had come true. She may not like this man in front of her but his smile was captivating and looked delicious. For some reason she wanted to taste it. Just for a fleeting moment she had a desire to taste him. She shook her head and remembered what he wished for, her. His wish had come true. She had agreed. And for some reason she felt the need to repeat it. “I agree to My Death Contract.” A

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

It has to end because my head will surely explode if not. "Time of Death: 3:45 pm." Then I breathed a signed of relief. At the same time, the deafening cry of the soul was swallowed up by the darkness of the earth. When he got there the beautiful fireflies appeared to him. a sight he had only seen once in his entire life. something he was very happy about.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.

Jade looked at Leah, her heart aching. Seeing the younger generation of the family wither away at Leah's current age was nothing short of cruel. "Grandma, I promise you, as long as Jacob stops bothering me, I can go easy on him." Leah burst into tears, nodding repeatedly. "Good, good. I knew you were a good child." … A few days later, Neve's death was determined to be suicide by hanging after the autopsy. Although Jade had her doubts, she had no evidence to prove otherwise, so she had to accept it.