What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

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. ◇

Sensing that, I take a deep breath, lift my head up and say, “ I would rather die, Father….” At this point, death seems more like mercy that I grace upon myself, like a permanent fix, so I don't have to prolong my suffering; enduring his filthy hand on my body, allowing him inside me and breathing life to the recollection of that sickening fucking nightmare, flashing before my eyes over and over again. “Please let me die.” . . . “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” ―William shakespeare When men are oppressed, it's a tragedy. When women are oppressed, it's tradition.

"A memory like that would make him feel so forlorn. Losing someone you love will surely leave a scar. A scar. Not a wound." "So, everything I figured out last night was useless?" "I'm afraid so, yes." And I fainted. "Are you dead?" I heard Serena ask. With my eyes closed, I can see her boring a hold right on my face. "What if I die trying?" I suddenly asked. "Then that's called selfishness," she answered. "How come dying can be called selfishness?" Groaning from my slow-motion receiving of common sense, Serena stressfully facepalmed. "If you die, he will live in no peace for the rest of his life. He will be damned."

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.

" Zach had a concerned look on his face. He would always worry about Death whenever a new problem came up. 'This must be frustrating for Death. There are so few unknowns in this world, and for one to be leading a human resistance is almost a worst-case scenario.' "I'm sure this will just be the usual sir. These resistances always look far scarier than they actually end up being." Zach said in an attempt to reassure Death Death glared for a moment at Zach and then apologized. "I just wish it would stop happening." Death said in a tired tone.

“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.

Something abominable. Ending my life feels preferable to facing the sword or wasting away in a cell. Rotting in the cell would be even more shameful. All the pack women would throw stones at me for ruining the pack's reputation and bringing shame to womanwood. I can imagine their faces. The taunting music. The public display. Kids wouldn't be left out in this display. They would open their teeth and laugh at me. They will even throw stones at me. For me, this alone is worse than death itself. Taking my own life is better.

Zachary added, "If anyone is working with her to put on a show, listen carefully—tell her that in a few days, it'll be Tessie's death anniversary. She'd better go to the cemetery and atone for her sins. Otherwise, don't blame me for dealing with her." His final words carried a bone-chilling coldness. It was hard to believe they came from his mouth. I knew all too well what he was capable of. Even if he wouldn't take my life, he would make sure I suffered. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of relief that I was dead. Though my death had been gruesome, at least my body was still whole. Officer Tiller looked as if he wanted to say something else, but Zachary had already turned away, pul

"Good. I regretted having a tiny heart for Ian when Devon talked about the worst of his fate. I should've prayed he would get it soon." My brows furrowed. "The worst of his fate? What do you mean?" "I mean the worst punishment he will get from the Council. Devon said death would be the worst, but it was too easy for him. So they might torture him first." I held my breath, not knowing how to react. I didn't think about that before. Ian died? Was it possible? Of course. Everyone will die at the end of the day. Even immortal creatures will get their turn thousands of years later.

The reason most of us think murder is a bad thing is because we have various values where murder is considered the worst. But there are situations in life where people can get so utterly trapped that the only way out is to commit the irreparable. I'm not saying it is a good thing, but I'm saying it is a quite different situation. And I may have understanding, even compassion in such cases. But I actually think there are many things worse Than murder. And I think there are people who deserve to be 'terminated' because they're doing some of these bad things. Drug dealers and child molesters are on that my list. Even Mafia Lords or Queens and that bring me down to my current case.