What A Hell Of A Way Die Novels & Stories

“You think dying fixes this? That’s the coward’s way.” “Then tell me what else I can do! ” I shouted.

I always pictured my death being an epic display of bravery and vigor, filled with explosions, bullets, and Satan personally welcoming me into the blazing gates of hell for my service here on Earth. But I couldn’t imagine a better way to die than with Ace wrapped in my arms, listening to his vulgar jokes, and exchanging I love yous before we breached the chasm of the unknown. His undeniable willingness to jump out of a plane without a parachute just to die beside me was his last and final grandiose gesture of unconditional love.

You find the truth in the words that I just said. For death is real hell, worse than any life can serve. Is death real hell? End of good destiny, pain and anguish at its swell. Death is real hell, my friend. Do not panic. Do not self-injure. Do not overreact. Do not shout. You are never heard by any man or any woman as you should sound. Be silent and suffer least as you divert each day your mind to ease. Death doesn’t help. Do you kill your body’s single cell in pain of world? Do not forget to exist.

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

She called, nodding pitifully. “ You have only but 2 options, join the deal or experience what I term HELL DEATH……..

He truly believed he had built the perfect survivalist, someone who would do whatever it took to stay breathing. But instead, I died out of love, out of a blind belief in every single one of his lies. His precious survival rules had failed completely. The guests had stopped keeping their voices down. The whispers turned loud, laced with contempt and mockery. "Someone actually died. This changes everything." "What kind of elite education is this? This is outright abuse." "The experiment is terribly designed. They didn't even handle the most basic survival conditions." The bald man spat on the ground and wiped his shoe on the concrete with a look of disgust. "What a waste of an evening. After

"Open wide." Kill me.

A: I stall for as long as I possibly can and just hope that the poison in my system kills me way before the torture session begins or worse the hellhound gets his hands on me. B: There was still some time left in the clock and I might as well try my luck on killing the hellhound once more. As far as I am concerned, I am going to be dying either way so I might as well go out fighting like the warrior that I was born to be . C: Is the irrelevant option of me just accepting my fate and doing nothing as I let everything run its course. Either way death was going to take me out of my misery but that is not how I am willing to go out…go out fighting it is .

The way I held her as blood gushed out of her slit neck, and I held kitchen towels to stop it. “So then follow my ways. Follow my ways, the narrow way and you will come to heaven to me.” The way she had her last breath as she died and I held her. How I felt sorry for her but at the same time so much anger for everything she had done. “And that is the word of the Lord. May the Lord bless his word forever. And may He bless you all in your coming and your going and may he save us from death. We may now proceed to the graveyard led by the family of the deceased,” he finishes off as I come back to reality, and we are all standing up.

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.