To Not Die Webtoon Novels & Stories

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

My stomach lurches. “O…kay?” Heather sits up. “You seem messed up. Come sit, and I’ll make tea.” I shake my head, following her instructions anyway. I can’t sit until I stop vibrating. “We had another best friend, Theresa, and—and she doesn’t matter to this story, so I’m going to focus. Cool. Thanks.” I pace behind the back of the couch. “Ryan died. Senior year. Car accident.” I can’t say anything more than that without my whole stomach pushing itself out through my mouth. Even that much burns like acid.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

"Regina, is that you? Am I dreaming?" "Zachary, do you really want to die?" I scoffed coldly. "Does it hurt now that you finally understand what you did? You think you can just end it all with one cut and escape everything you put me through? There's no way I'm letting you off that easy!" He looked at me, desperate, and grabbed my hand. "If you come back, I won't die."

“passed away” I force my face to arrange itself into what hopefully passes for a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Back at my desk, I pull out a sheet of paper and try to write a list of good things in my life. One: I have a roof over my head. Sure, for now I do. Two: I’m not dead. But the only person I had in the whole world is. Sighing, I give up and crumple the paper into a ball. Students are turning in their tests and starting conversations. Evidently every test day is followed by some free time.

She suddenly saw all her life flash before her face as her eyelids slowly closed and a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes as she slowly went still. Kyle took in a deep breath and released it, having the satisfaction that everything was finally over and he turned to his men. “Take the ones who didn’t make it alive and let’s head back to Arkadia,” he ordered. They all obeyed him and once they had gathered their men, they took to the sky and fly back to where they came from. Now, the town which is filled with old people and looked as good as dead is finally dead as bodies scattered around and their bloods soaked up the ground.

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

There was no Santa Claus, no Tooth Fairy—only wrongs and rights intersecting in ways nobody had stopped to warn her about. She looked down at her imperfect crane and realized how silly it was. It wasn’t going to change anything. It wasn’t going to save anyone. Robby’s thrashing ceased the moment she let the crane drop. His breathing drew into a long rattle. She crushed the origami beneath her sneaker as she neared the bed, watching her friend die in front of her.