To Not Die Webtoon Novels & Stories

she could close the door he spoke to her for the first time in years "It doesn't matter if there's no grave, she isn't dead" His voice sounded weak. "You better do as you are instructed, or you can't even imagine the consequences" She tried to warn him but to no avail "I don't care anymore. There's nothing left for me here anymore. Do as you please." She was livid by now and walked inside the room again. "You are right! Your daughter isn't dead. She here, in this town, and if you don't cooperate then I wouldn't mind harming her instead" He looked at her shocked and skeptical "You said she was dead, why would I believe whatever you said" She stood with her chin held high smirking at him. She

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No doubt she required a nice sleep to recharge herself for next morning, but no kind of exhaustion could refrain her from pursuing the dream of becoming a webtoonist. On other side of the picture● A man was sitting in front of his Macbook with an intent stare darted on the glowing screen. "Uh? What's this, there are ten comments in a single day?" His sharp flickering silver eyes inspected every single comment done on the work. "No wonder they all arrived out of the mouse holes when the sex scene approached, pathetic perverts!" The man's expression grimaced with disgust as soon he read the people demanding a good scenario. "I wonder how she is going to depict me. Mm, it seems she is not going

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

“Hahaha! What’s the use? You still have to die!” “I’ll give you 10,000 dollars. Can you die now? !” “But these people are really stupid! They abandoned their conscience for 100 dollars! And how many people voted not to kill him! It’s impossible for him to come out alive, and you won’t get the money either!” “You’re right! It’s too stupid. When your family, friends, and colleagues ask you what vote you voted for today, let’s see how you will answer!” “I say, let’s take a screenshot of our votes and post it on our Twitter and F******k! We’ll see who didn’t post it, and we’ll know who voted not to kill!”

Make him die. But guess what?

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

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To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an