To Die For Novel Novels & Stories

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

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

I had no choice but to let Celia pursue you instead, and you were stupid enough to fall for her. "Weren't you hoping to go abroad with Celia and marry her? You stole my marriage, so it was only fair I steal yours. Your mother finally kicked the bucket. I tampered with the drug you took to fake your death. Once they bury you, you'll be awake for every second of it and feel yourself die. "The day you take your last breath is the exact day I marry Celia." Every single word out of his mouth was a knife, and with each sentence, my heart turned to ice.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

I could hear my heart racing after saying the words I'd kept to myself since learning that I was about to die. I thought I could be unaffected by my imminent death, yet I suddenly wanted to see more of the world. Gary didn't say anything. It was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. Just as I thought he wasn't going to say anything, he finally spoke. His words made my heart descend into an abyss, though.

"You don't deserve to be Nate's parents, and I don't deserve to be his sister. As long as I can make Nate's wish come true, I'll use any means necessary and pay any price." The door opened and closed again. The hospital room was quiet again. I looked at the ocean in the distance for a while, then closed my eyes with a smile. If there was life beyond this one, let me be nothing more than a fish. … Not long after Kayla took away her parents with their broken legs, she received news that Nathan had died. She stood frozen like a statue for a long time before remembering to call someone to handle Nathan's funeral arrangements. All the arrangements followed what he'd written in his will. No burial

I didn't want to give up so soon. I can't die like this. I won't die like. I kept saying while gasping for air. Whoever did this to me would have victory if I die. I won't give that person the chance to win. So I crawled to the door, my own blood tracing after me like a dog was slaughtered In the room. My body was already too weak. I gathered the last strength I had and began to hit the door. There was no response. I couldn't lift my body again. I closed my eyes and laid there until I became lifeless.

His breathing was rapid and his veins bulged as if he wanted to crush the phone. At the same time, the person in the seat in front of him exclaimed, "Mr. Jennings, Astrid died four years ago!" I did not hear the rest as Death had arrived. "The time has come, Astrid. Are you ready for your soul to be annihilated?" I gently stroked Nicholas's cheek and nodded slightly. "Yeah, let's begin."

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.