What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

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

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.

“At best?” “Yeah, you heard me.” “Um, okay, then what’s the worst that could happen?” Surely, nothing can be worse than death. “They’ll make sure I never make it back.” He notices the confused look on my face. “Imagine my body is here, my soul is here, but I’m not here. It’s like I’m dead without truly being dead. Like I’m comatose. You can’t kill my physical body because you don’t know if and when I’ll come back, and if you do, then I’m never making it back because I have no body to return to.” Just the thought has my heart racing and my palms turning clammy.

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.

“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