We Re All Gonna Die Meme Novels & Stories

Talk more about it being impromptu? Tch!! "Why do everyone adore April Waje? I know she's a celebrity and all but she's never going to notice them anyway.” Someone with a tone laced with tinge of envy uttered. "Well why do you still breath and hope to live when you already know you're eventually going to die?" Another retorted. Probably a die-hard fan of April. "It's you that will die! Did I talk to you?" the former shot back and just like that, the bickering between the two girls began

He looked ready to kill someone. The memes kept multiplying. One showed the shoe next to the crime scene with clown makeup. Another turned the blood into silly cartoon splashes. Rage boiled over into direct threats: “She deserves justice. I looked up to her so much. I can't believe she was killed!” “Rich people think they can get away with murder.” #FindHerKillerOrWeWill

Sabay-sabay namin na usal. “We will annihilate, we will destroy, we will conquer. The above statement is our pledge for life. We will do it in the best of our ability. Our bond is eternal, it can never break, it will not falter. We are the Death Legion and it is peace we bring.”

It's a very thin line between life and death. Death...the only thing that really unites us all, the only thing that every single one of us is eventually going to have in common. And It doesn't matter if you're the richest or the poorest, death is going to come for you one day.

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

My body dangled over the acid, my arms burning from the weight. “Leah!” Hoodie guy called out, dropping to his knees as reach toward me. His eyes were wide now — terrified, desperate. “I’m fine!” I lied, even though my fingers were slipping. My palms slick with sweat. I’m Going To Die. The thought flashed through my mind like lightning. After Everything, I’m Going to Die Because I can’t Balance Like a Damn Ballerina.

he asked the live viewers with a humming tone. I winced when the Live Suicide notification rang multiple times, so I drew my gaze to it despite knowing what would happen to me. Comment box: @Clark Dallas: He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! . He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! He is going to be killed! . @Zeus Gomez Death! Death! Death! @Jean Coast Just kill him already. I’ve read a lot more comments, but practically all of them seem to look forward to my demise.

“Even if we don’t choose death?” “Well,” rolling the laptop wires, “we all live and die. We all share the same narrative arc. We are all destined to die soon. Others are destined to die early because that is what their senses lead them or their health does. Death is another destiny that just waits around the corner of our lives.” “Thank you for sharing, Sir.” “I know where your question is coming from. I understand you. Anyways, thanks for the Group Chat you created. I forget to thank you personally.”

I was Sofia De Luca, the only biological daughter of Marco De Luca, the most powerful Don. Then my parents adopted Celeste De Luca as my younger sister, and everything changed. My birthday party could be cancelled because she threw a fit. My place at the elite academy went to her. Even the ruby brooch my grandmother left me was taken away because she said she liked it. On nothing but Celeste's word, my parents branded me a traitor to the De Luca family and personally handed me over to a rival family as a hostage. I endured every kind of torment there. They toured the world with their adopted daughter and lived in luxury. They forgot me completely. It was only when Celeste finally caused a di

I cut them off with a shout, "WHAT IS THIS EXACTLY?!" El sighed, "It's nothing." "I know about D.A.C already." I sighed, "What's more to know?" El gulped, "Nothing." "Just say it." He sighed, "People involve with the corporation tend to die." "Stop being overdramatic." I reasoned out, "Everyone's going to die someday; no one lives forever." "What I mean is that people tend to die earlier than the year they should die." He shrugged, "It's a fact."