Yesterday Was Like Death Novel Novels & Stories

"I should pretend, after sleeping with my boyfriend on my bed, who gives a rat's ass about you, I wish everyone of you dies." "Hey, stop that,' Jeremy whispered as he got close to me. I shrugged his arm off me and continued. "I don't know what you actually think you are by getting in bed with my boyfriend, but I hate you so much, you disgust me. I wish you would die on a train and be scattered to pieces." "How dare you?" He snarled, wanting to attack me when Noah blocked his path and shook his head. "Don't do this, Aiden."

“I know that, freedom is important to me. But death, is too far.” “You don’t even know this person, hundreds of people die every day because of the assassin guilds. Haven’t you noticed the lack of people on your adventures?” Lya rose from the bed, striding gently towards her friend, placing her cold palm onto her shoulder. “It’s not like people just disappear, your citizens kill them.”

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

Emily refused. Death stood up. "I'm just going to leave you here for a while." He started walking. "Wait!" Emily yelled. Death stopped on his track. He then turned to look at Emily. "Don't leave me alone here." Emily can't look Death in the eye. Death walked back towards her. He then offered his hand to her. Emily held it tight. Both of them walked around the soul waiting area while holding each other's hands. Death's hand feels rough and cold but Emily finds it satisfying. For Death, Emily's hands feel smooth and warm. the sensation makes him feel a strange satisfaction. Emily looked around but she didn't pay attention to the things she is seeing. They just kept on walking. They bumped int

I picked it up and read the title. Thousand moments to die by Alina Gupta. "You've read this?" I lifted my eyes up to see him nodding. Of course, he would read it. His best friend wrote it. "It was a heartbreaking novel." I was shocked when I learned about Alina writing. It wasn't something I knew about. Hell most of the school didn't know Alina write. When in the start of the year, I saw it on f*, I was curious to read it. I bought it and I ended it in a day.

As the darkness slowly consume me I could see a third person appear over me. "So it seems like we are going to die again. We really aren't good at staying alive, are we ▇▇▇▇▇?" I couldn't make out what this new person looked like since they look like just a mess of scribble black lines in the shape of a human body. I could tell that they were an older woman by their voice and that they had rather black eyes. I couldn't help but feel like they were familiar... They were the last thing I saw before I disappear into the darkness and I was alone once more... I am always alone... Why am I always alone?

It wasn’t the right time. "The things we booked will arrive in the morning okay. Its Sunday tomorrow, let’s go city hunting. Picnic hmmm"? He combed Liam's hair with his fingers, trying to tone down his thumping heart. He was Jeffery's baby brother. Lucas was a mafia. He shouldn’t involve Liam in all his mess. He should not involve Liam in the game of death.

He was strong, and there was no resisting, even if I could. As we moved through the door, I turned back and stared in wide-eyed horror. The walls were dripping with red. Marcy, Damon, Murphy, Dr. Alma, and Ian were sprawled out on the floor. Their eyes were empty as blood pooled beneath them. A scream built in my chest, but it wouldn’t come out. The world fell from beneath me as I tried to understand, to process what was going on, that they were all dead. Pain in my arm brought my attention back to the man who just last night was a dream come true. Now he seemed to be a thing made of nightmares.

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.