After the death of Mary's dad, her life becomes a mess. Mary couldn't accept that she doesn't see the death reaper will come to fetch her father nor realize it sooner. That is when Mary thought being able to see Grim Reaper and how the people around her die was useless. To ended it all, she decided to commit suicide only to find out that she will be wake up in others' bodies. But when the Grim Reaper named Saint came to her. Not to fetch her soul but to offer her a contract to be a living Grim Reaper, everything change. However, what would she do if along the way she fell in love with the grim reaper? Would she choose to stay alive or to die peacefully?View More
Saint Archangel In this world, there are many things you cannot explain. Things that only believers can know and understand. Things that a person who lives only in this world to die cannot comprehend. Human life is short, that is the biggest difference between them and other creatures that quietly and secretly live with them. Creatures with a single duty, that is to keep the balance of the world. World shrouded in so much mystery. Mysteries only a few know and will remain to know. While walking down the hallway of the school now called Adelaide Academy that when I last visited was a forest. A forest that creatures like me call a paradise. That place is sacred and unholy souls are not admitted. A paradise where I remember my siblings and I playing and happily visiting the world with Dad. But many things have happened, as fast as the weather in this world is changing. I was punished for a sin I don't remember. Fallen angels like me and pun
Death ContractThey say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know."I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it."You're just reading novels again, how old are you? What course are you in? You should be studying!" I couldn't help but wince when the librarian reprimanded me. Yet I laughed and scratched my head before I answered."Ma'am Rita, my course is journalism. Let me go, my brain is sharpened when I read." I explain. Something that made the librarian shook her head and laughed at later."You're not gettin
EpilogueIn every story, I read there are two endings. It's either happy or sad. Half of my life was revolving around thinking how a fairy tales book, novel, short story or parable would end. But this time I was thinking about how would my story end. Is it true there is a happy ending? Is it true that everything has an ending? Or is dead the end of everyone? Because while thinking deeply my story started when I died. So if death is the ending of everyone, it seems very impossible. Yet in life, I know everyone has a role to play before they passed away and that thing God has shown me that many times in different ways."Class dismissed!" I quickly stood up when I heard that word from our last professor today. I quickly put my things in the bag before standing up to leave. But Stephen suddenly approached me."Hey!" he greeted me still hesitant. Yet to get rid of his hesitation I smiled back at him.
Chapter 60After that conversation, I completely lost consciousness and woke up in my bedroom in the Perelman mansion. I was expecting to wake up with Mrs Perelman's face or Hazel's to see but none of them is here, because now, I am alone in the room that only the TikTok of the clock can be heard around.I sighed and there I decided to get up. But that's when I noticed a wet towel placed on my head. My breathing was also weird and it was a bit chilly which made me feel bad. That's when I realized something. Looks like I had a fever.I sighed again.I planned to get up first to go out but that plan of mine stopped when I saw Saint standing at the foot of the bed and just watching me there. When our eyes lock I couldn't help but hold my breath. The last thing I remember is his crying face. Now, he is back to normal, his face has no expression again. It was so cold that it didn't seem to be able
Chapter 59But my step across the bridge stopped when Saint began to speak."I didn't kill your mother." That word is all I hear from him but my blood is now boiling. I forced a deep breath to suppress the anger ruling in my chest. I want to think first of everything I will do in front of him now. I wish I knew how to answer him gently and not get angry with him again or slap him. "Listen to me, I didn't kill your mother Mary." But it seems that he intends to drain my patience today. "Again, I didn't kill Eve, Mary. I-It was a fated death." But after I heard what he said today, it seemed like all my restraint of anger ended in nothing. I quickly turned back to him and slapped him hard. A slap I know he will never forget."Saint, do you think you can still fool me? I know everything, my two eyes saw! You killed my mother. You killed her! You killed her! You killed her!" I couldn't stop punching and scolding hi
Chapter 58After that conversation, I instructed driver Arjo to visit the Perelman family's former home. And he was right, it was just a few corners away from our house. No wonder it looks like Hailey and I met before. Maybe I was too young then so I can't remember or maybe it's part of my forgotten memories.Driver Arjo told me many more stories as we toured the old house. I can't help but compare the mansion of the Perelman's to this place. It seems like they just had a simple life back then. A simple little house, simple door, no stairs, no second floor and a clean house. I also noticed that there was a garden in the backyard, but it was abandoned now though it still looks like being cleaned so no moss can be seen, unlike my previous house to my previous life.Driver Arjo said Mary and I often chase in the backyard. So that's where I chose to go after touring the house. I can't understand the feeling but t
Chapter 57Mr Perelman’s death marked the beginning of my sad life with the family that built me up for a month. I never thought the day would come when I would wake up without Mr Perelman. It was like a nightmare. I still can’t accept or better to say I don't want to accept it.After the funeral, I never saw Hazel at home again as if she was burying herself at work to forget her father’s death. While Mrs Perelman never left her room, it seemed like that way she could forget the loss of her husband.A week passed and during that week I couldn't help but feel indifferent that I was alone again. Though, it was funny to remember that I was alone from the start.At that point I realize something and that is, sometimes in our lives when we learn to be with someone, we learn how to be sad when we're alone. That's because we no longer know how it feels to be alone and without a partner. We are used t
Chapter 56"Dad." I immediately called Mr Perelman when I entered his office. A while ago he was busy taking care of incoming patients who have scheduled on him. So when I got to the hospital where he and Hazel work, I chose to wait for his work to finish before entering. Earlier when I asked Mrs Perelman where her husband was she replied Mr Perelman was at work. Which is why I came here in a hurry.At that point from his earlier busy studying some medical cases, he looked up at me. He adjusted his eyeglass for a while and when our eyes met he smiled so I smiled back too."Hailey, what are you doing here?" There was a concern in his voice something that made me want to cry however I suppressed it by clenching my fist. During these times, I want nothing else to do aside from us to be complete again at home today. Laugh and talk for the remaining twelve hours. I will take this chance again so that he can be
Welcome to Goodnovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more adimiration from readers.