What A Hell Of A Way Die Novels & Stories

He pinned her to the couch as his grip tightened. Wren's terror peaked—she could see it in his eyes. Luther was ready to kill her. She struggled desperately. She groped for anything to defend herself with. Her fingers found an ashtray, which she swung at him with all her might.

Different sizes. Oh shit. Death by shovel. Shit. No. Just no. This paranoid asshole wasn't kidding around. And at the moment, death by asphyxiation sounded better in my head. ◇

Hadith shrugged, looking helpless. "Actually, you have another way," Chu Xun said. "Oh?" Hadith was interested. "What is it?" "Go to hell," Chu Xun said with a smile. "Go to hell?" Hadith stared blankly for a moment. Then he immediately roared with laughter, saying, "This is indeed a method. But I'm a god, I can't die even if I want to." "I don't think so. Maybe I can help you." Chu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "For example, if I take off your head, will you die?"

“How are you feeling?” Zen groaned. Honestly, he felt like this was the worst sleep he had so far. Father Clarence was looking at him with eyes of concern, wondering what the boy did to return to the church this soon. Didn’t he mass craft the healing salves? Suffocation and drowning were probably some of the more terrifying ways to die. Honestly, Zen preferred to die from fall damage or get beaten up until his HP dwindled away. It would not be as brutal as smelling slime butts. Even getting shot to death might be slightly better. It was less embarrassing if Zen ignored how he died semi-naked.

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

I knelt in front of my mom's grave and asked her. "Mom, I need you now more than ever. Where are you mom? Mom, I'm in so much pain. I can't bear it. I don't know how much more I can take. Mom do you see my tears? I'm tired of watching my angel cry. It makes me want to die. I would give my own life just to see her smile. Please help me to overcome my pain.

I want my Saint Archangel now. "Save me, babe." That was the thing that came out of my mouth before I was stunned to see a huge gate slowly opening to let hundreds of newcomers into the boat. Even before getting there, I could feel the mixture of heat and cold. It stinks and the air there seems to be poisonous which is slowly killing us. It was there that I realized that before they take your soul to the place you should go to in hell, they will kill you over and over again. You will repeatedly experience death in the way it was intended because of the decisions a person made during his or her life on earth.

Vary pours the last of her soft drink into her mouth, “how did your day go?” “Well, you deserve it best friend, my day was hell, had to talk to this girl who says she still sees her dead mother of five years and she believes what she’s seeing and called me Lucifer.” She barks out a laugh. “I almost bust out laughing because that was the last thing I expected to be likened to ‘cause I do hate Lucifer.” After laughing for another minute, Vary sympathises with her friend, who seems to get red with her crankiness. “You signed in to that drama, name-calling with crazy people, the moment you studied psychology in college. So suck it up and man up to the responsibility girl.”