What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

Because boring is better than dead. At least, it used to be.

He screams in terror. Yep, I knew it. We are under attack. Just great. At least it’s better to die than to get married.

Then he realized he was crying. The worst punishment in the world was not loving a dead woman. It was loving a living one who would never, ever be yours again.

And when someone dies unexpectedly like that, it's harder to come to terms with. If, for instance, a patient died of cancer, they at least had time to say goodbye to their family. They would know that death was coming for them, and some even find peace in that. If one's body is falling apart, there is no quality-of-life benefit from all the treatments that are only making you sicker. But if you were in a freak accident, there is no coming to terms with it. Not the same way. And unfortunately, all around the world, people die every day in unexpected ways.

Claude bent down to meet Carl's level eyes: "What did you just say?" "I took the worst" "Believe me you didn't. I witnessed the killing of my father and thought nothing could be worse. Well, I was wrong. The first time I got molested I thought nothing could be worse, still I was wrong. I witnessed a gang war and thought till now it was the worst, yet I know I can be wrong. Listen, boy, life is beautiful. Yet every time you experience something bad, remember there's worse. So take care of your mental health."

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

A tear slips down Liv's cheek for the poor girl. Owen's heart clenches at the sight of the tear. He moves forward and pulls her into his arms, stroking her back. “These things are never fair. I learned that so long ago. Death is never fair and it always cheats somebody out of something. It cheats the woman out of having children. It cheats the child out of growing up. It cheats the old man out of another day with his family. Death is always sad and it is always constant. No matter when or how it happens, it sucks.” He sighs. “But it is always worse when it is so senseless and horrible like this.” “She didn't have to die.” Liv cries.

I rolled my eyes. Gera tapped her fingers thoughtfully, “That is almost more concerning than if they killed you.” I pulled back from her, looking at her like she struck me. Her words hurt worse than if she did. She reached her hand out and stroked my head, trying to comfort me. “I am so sorry to upset you, Hazel. It’s just that death is peaceful, it's easy. The fact they wanted to keep you alive means that they have plans for you, and that is much scarier than death.” Her words took on a forlorn quality, like it was something she considered many times before.

“What could you possibly think you were saving me from that was worse than watching the one person I loved burn in front of me after he ripped my heart out by rejecting me? What could be worse than being exiled from the only pack I ever called home? What the hell could you possibly think was worse than that, Kael?” What could you possibly have been saving me from that was worse than being rejected by my only family, watching you die and being cast out of the only home I knew?” Kael stared at me with his jaw tight. “Death.” I stared at him confused. It was like my brain couldn’t understand the simplicity and gravity of the word. But when it finally caught up, I threw my head back as a humorle

“You’re telling me this revenge you want to carry out, is life or death? I hate him as much as you, if not more and I don’t think he’s going to kill you.” “Me?” He stood from his chair towering above me a good distance away so I had to turn and physically look up, not so much so that I was craning my neck but it was enough of an incline to shove a power imbalance in m face, “He would never be able to kill me no. He would be six feet under before he even had the chance to press even a butter knife to my throat. But others, he has all the capability of killing, but that’s not what makes this life or death Miss Laurence, as you are well aware he can destroy a person's life, and in a way sometim