They Both Die At The End Age Rating Novels & Stories

We all lived happily ever after. The End.

"You're truly a fascinating one." "You'd better take care of yourself first." Wayne's expression became tender all of a sudden. "It would be great if we could die together, too." Olivia headbutted Wayne on the forehead. Both of their heads throbbed from the impact. "Stop that bullshit! I don't want to die alongside you!" Olivia was rendered speechless. How could he joke at a time like this? The enemy was so vicious. It was clear they were determined to kill him. She was already in the car, and it was too late to get out.

After all, can't have the werewolf population outgrow the human one. And they all lived Happily Forever After. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~

Now, the fourth rule in the contract makes sense. "Age: 19 y-year old." All the sins he committed I see as if it were my memory. From being a bitch daughter to a party girl, a drug user and a murderer. Damn this is too much! "Cause of death: Karmic Death." I almost fell because of that, fortunately, someone supported me. When I looked at it. It was Saint, the badass grim reaper is here. "Tss! Stop cursing me, continue that. Otherwise, she will escape and add to the list of Lost Souls." I did not even understand what she was saying but I continued. It has to end because my head will surely explode if not.

He's right but I love to argue, "But if he kills her, he doesn't have an escape anymore." "How much do you wanna bet he kills her in the end?" "I say he won't and he turns himself in so $20." "$20 it is." He smiled and we went back to watching. The movie ended with him never getting caught and they lived happily together and had a son. He sighed, "A bit of sour ending, after they got together I was expecting something along the lines of murder-suicide." "How is that sour? That's sweet." I argued. He turned to me and smiled, it made me feel conscious of myself, I couldn't look at him but looking anywhere else made me feel weird.

this is not a goodbye. THE END.

“Alex… brace yourself first.” Alex’s heart faltered. His lips trembled. “What do you mean? Tell me!” James drew a deep breath and stepped closer. His voice came heavy, weighted with sorrow. “Amara is dead, Alex. This… this is her death certificate.” He extended the paper. Alex’s hands shook as he grabbed it. His eyes scanned the document wildly, his heart hammering. There it was in black and white: Amara Akwarandu. Certificate of Death. The words blurred as his vision swam with tears.

His eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter of the cemetery, his gaze slicing past Elias and the hunters who stood before us, searching the shadows for any sign of danger. The hill. The trees. The broken graves. “They’ve closed the circle,” he murmured. A net. Not a hunt. Elias didn’t hesitate. “Kill them both.” The command cut clean through the storm. The lanterns fell, and the mud swallowed their light whole. Then, like a coordinated strike, the chains lurched forward together, their barbed silver tips glinting menacingly in the darkness. As one, the crossbows lifted, their movement eerily reminiscent of a single, living creature drawing a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come.

“I’ve got right.” There is only one dead. They both pause. Then Maya says, “Fine. You take the moral high ground. I’ll take the knees.” This time he does smile. Small. Brief. Devastatingly unhelpful. They dispatch the dead in three movements. His axe, her crowbar, no wasted sound. The body drops beside a bin with a soft finality. Eli wipes the axe head on the nurse’s trouser leg. Maya does not like how much she likes the lack of flourish.