What Does Die With A Smile Mean Novels & Stories

I scoffed again. "We both share the same dream, so at this point, none of us can tell whose dream this is." She was wearing a smile on her face, and I was beginning to wonder what was so funny about now. "Why are you smiling?" "Because I'm looking at you." I darted my eyes on her from head to toe. "What's that supposed to mean?" "It's supposed to mean a lot of things, but let's just say... It's funny knowing that one of these days, one of you is going to lose the other. And it's either he dies, or you die."

Even if it does mean I have to die to help Alpha Xavier after that in the end. Then I will to do that. And of course I will die with the pride inside of me. I will die with a smile face. And I won't even die regretfully in the end of it. Because I know all of that, the day will surely come in this life, sooner or later about.

He asked with a smile handling the knife to her. She didn’t blink nor did she question him. She didn’t hesitate to take the knife from him with shaking hands and pressed it to her throat. Sky watched with calm eyes as she dragged the blade across her skin. The blood came quickly, soaking her shirt and pooling at her knees. Her breath hitched, then faltered, and she collapsed halfway, bleeding out fast. Through it all her eyes stayed glued to him, full of hope, full of desperate devotion, and she smiled even as her life slipped out of her. She smiled like it was the happiest moment of her existence. She died with tha t smile.

Constanz nods, but I know she's not happy with my answer. “I don't want to be a killjoy, but I don't think you're going to have fun with him tonight. Wolfgang is so bitter, and he never smiles." I smile with amusement. "Says the psychologist who thinks love is a waste of time?"I make fun of her. “Smiling is a powerful emotional tool,” she replies. "A tool Wolfgang doesn't know about." I'm sure that, in the mafia, the smile is not the most useful tool.

Simone laughed suddenly, and taunted amidst that mocking noise, "Don't tell me, you lot are afraid of death." "Why, are you not?" Alison asked out of any custom emotion. Simone stood up from her chair; checking her reflection in the huge mirror, she played with her curls, and turning around suddenly, she stated confidently, "I am not because I know death is inevitable. No matter how much you run, you hide, you try to deny it, it's going to embrace you one day. But the thing is it is less painful to those who embrace it with a smile, and more of a torment to those who try to deny the pleasure of sacrifice to the God of Death. Either ways, you need to be prepared."

“Don’t say that. You must spend your life with a great smile. I don’t want any frowns.” Kimberly turned to me. “I don’t care if I will die in the next six months.” It was hard to look into her eyes when she said things like that. “All I want in life is to see you happy. Once you are happy, I can die in peace.”

More than that, he’s smiling. It’s nothing elaborate. It’s small. A Vincent smile. I take it.

He said with a smiley face which made Amy more blushed. ' Hey. Don't look at me with those handsome face of yours. I will die now itself. So please don't kill me with that smiley face of your.' she thought so. Tut was still laying down with a smile all over his face and Amy was trying not to get distracted by his charming face.

Harry suddenly smiled. Hearing his words I froze in shock but soon the shock disappeared and was replaced by a smile. "You guessed right," I said looking at him. "But do you think it would be easy to kill me," Harry smiled? "I never said it was easy to kill you all I know is that your death is due." "That's nice. I can see you're helping the grim reaper to do his work now," Harry smiled. "No, I just feel the grim reaper should have more souls in his collection and you're the next," I smiled and stood up from the couch.

Her voice was strangled at the end. I pulled me closer. "I'm sure she misses you too." "What?" "I mean,she is looking down to you with a smile on her face." This was beyond messed up. A funeral for a living person. So fucked up.