What Is Worse Than Death Novels & Stories

Failing Lucien is a far worse fate than death. Maybe I am mercy.

I ask, making sure she understands she can’t not share something because she doesn’t like it. “Well, there is one other option. It’s much faster and just as efficient, but much more dangerous.” She breathes, insecurity and worry written on her face. I wait for her to continue, after a few composing breaths she does. “The other option is to drain her from all her blood and pump new, fresh blood in just as fast. We need to stop her heart in order to do so and she will medically be dead for a few minutes. I do not want to do this if I don’t have to but will if I need to. See it as a last resort.” She says in a soft tone. My face pales when she continues. “The change of losing her in the procedu

"Mocheng, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would Kexin kill anyone?" "If you continue to spoil her so much, she might do something that’s even worse than murder!" The one thing more dreadful than murder was torture, because it made a person feel as though they were better off dead! Killing people was simply a matter of drawing blood, but torture was much more ruthless.

The worst thing about dying is coming back to life. It's only beautiful if the people you love are here. What's the fucking point if they are gone. They call resurrection God's blessing or miracle but it's really God's way of torturing you. I'm supposed to feel His love but I'm feeling no shit. God is cruel. NO ONE WANTS TO DIE. EVEN PEOPLE WHO WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN DON'T WANT TO DIE TO GET THERE. AND YET, DEATH IS THE DESTINATION WE ALL SHARE.

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

What's more worse? Damnit!!

Fighting it only led to pain and suffering. Besides... There were far worse fates in life than being the queen of the werewolves.

But she had never faced the kind of systematic destruction that Helena was offering—the slow, inexorable dismantling of everything that made her life worth living. Soon, very soon, she would learn that some fates were worse than death. And unlike martyrdom, there would be no honor in simply enduring them.

“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.

LORENA 2 years later Sometimes, death is better than staying alive. In death, you can feel no pain, no shattering of your heart, and no need to cry every night before sleeping and every morning after waking up. In death, there’s finally peace. No more running, suffering, and having to witness your heart being split open while hopelessly watching. Like every morning, I jolt awake after the same mixture of nightmares. My shirt clings to my back with sweat, and my hair feels damp.