Semua Bab Ayira & The Reaper : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Ayira had grown up always haunted by visions of future events and the sight to see beyond the veil. She knew she was different, hearing stories about being born with a caul over her face, she hoped for good luck. Two years ago her parents were both killed in an automobile accident a few blocks away from home and she had foreseen it in a vision, even watching the reaper as he collected their souls. She had tried to warn them both prior but they wouldn't listen. She saw her sister Margaret dying from an incurable illness. Her older sister was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and was currently in hospice care at their house. So much for having good luck. Thankfully she'd never had a devastating vision of her older brother Javidan. Javidan attended the local community college and was a bright and cheerful, attractive man. Luckily for the three siblings, their parents had invested in a huge life insurance policy. The siblings were able to keep the house they all grew up in, afford d

Ayira completely confused I walked back home confused by everything that had happened with the reapers. I opened my front door and Mark rushed to my side.

Ayira meeting Adaranth 

Ayira my anxious reaper I woke up to the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee. My stomach rumbled softly and I laughed lightly. I stretched and saw my dirty clothes still laying on the floor. I looked down at myself and shrugged. Deagon's shirt was long enough. I opened the door and shuffled quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen, running my fingers through my hair."Good morning," I said cheerfully. Deagon turned and looked at me up and down with cheerful eyes. "Morning lovely it's already eleven," he mumbled softly and poured me a cup of coffee. "I forgot to wash your clothes, I'm sorry," he added, setting the hot brew down before me. I shrugged and told him I'd just change when I returned home. He grins as he sits a plate full of food in front of me.

Ayira discovering the Grim reaper  I slept like the dead in the most comfortable bed I'd ever been in. My eyes blinked open and a moment of panic gripped me until I remembered where I was. I stretched and sat up. I climbed out of bed and saw my clean laundry in the clothes basket sitting on the coffee table. I grabbed my clothes and started dressing myself. I undid my braid and finger combed my black hair. I put on my black sandals and stepped outside of my room. My eyes scan the home I'm in and I'm extremely surprised. It truly is like a museum full of priceless artifacts. I passed a complete suit of armor and saw a young woman dusting shelves full of antiquities. "Excuse me, miss, can you direct me to the kitchen, please," I asked softly. The startled woman nodded and bowed quickly before pointing out of the room and telling me to continue until I reached the frenc