Death And Me 소설 & 이야기

I am more fun than Amber was, aren't I? Matthew stared blankly at Beth. Right before everyone else, he grabbed her by her neck forcefully. "Fuck off. You are the one who should be dead! You are just a fucking whore who strips in public. You're even less than a silicone doll. "How dare you compare yourself to Amber, let alone try to take her place?" The werewolves around them were in an uproar. They had just found out the actual reason behind why I had taken my own life out of nowhere.

"What did you just say?" "Mr. Jones, I said, Madam has passed away," the assistant repeated, his voice cautious. "In the hospital's operating room—right next to Miss Darby's. Her body is still on the operating table. For some reason, no one has taken care of it. You should come and see for yourself. There's blood everywhere." Allen finally came back to his senses. When he spoke, his voice trembled beyond control. "What are you talking about? Mia is fine. She called me yesterday. How could she be dead?"

The day after Sean Ford proposed to Nikki Sanders, he dumped her. “Vivian is pregnant,” he had told her flatly. “I have to take responsibility.” Nikki slit her wrists, filling the entire bathtub with blood. When told the news, he sounded like he couldn’t care less. “If she wants to die, let her.” Four years later, they met again. She was an ER doctor who had buried herself in work. He was the youngest captain in Air Costina’s history. But when it came to Nikki, every bit of his pride was gone. Every time she tried to start over, Sean found his way back into her life. He was falling apart over the woman he had once let go. Meanwhile, Nikki wanted nothing more than to kick him out

The departed and she inhales air as if she was about to die . "I Fucking Reject!"

I tilted my head back and finished the rest of the porridge in one gulp as if I were struggling, then got up to put the dishes away while moving stiffly towards the kitchen. Hearing again the subject of my death being talked about as gossip, there was no longer much of a rise and fall in my heart, just as I didn't feel much of an air surrounding me even though I was aware of it - it was as if my death had ceased to have an existence for me. The house had been emptied, my job wasn't steady, which meant that once I didn't answer the phone or open my home to welcome guests, it was as if I had disappeared: no one in the city would be able to reach me. As for savings... I do have a bank account t

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Damn it! @Death Wish

Oh, this is my death. Serves me right, stupid me.