Novel & Cerita 1st To Die

She lay there, covered head to toe in bandages, pale as a ghost. Seeing her like that, all the hatred I'd carried from my past life seemed to melt away. But the moment she saw me, her dead eyes reignited with rage. She grabbed the fruit knife at her bedside and lunged at me, screaming, "It's all your fault! Why do you get to have a better life than me? If I kill you, maybe I can start over!" She laughed maniacally, her eyes wild. But I stepped aside, grabbed her wrist, and forced the knife from her hand. It clattered to the floor.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

I left the Harlow family villa that same night. Early the next morning, Serena was woken by a phone call. Maya's grief-stricken voice came through the line. "Serena, Jada is really dead! "You monster! She was your daughter! How could you be so heartless?"

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

Care was going to be taken to make sure Officer Muhammad got a heroic death because the man deserves more than a bullet to the head. The First One was going to make sure Officer Muhammad helplessly stared into the eyes of his killer while his soul slowly slipped out of his body. The First One was going to make Officer Muhammad die with his unmasked face the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes, never to open them again. There was also one little problem. Before her death, Salamatu mentioned a name that needed to be erased and that name was Nicole Bradford.

My mind was racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. I couldn't stop replaying the image of Armani's death-the way they tore her apart like she was nothing. Armani was dead. She was gone, and I would never see her again. They had taken the only family I had left in this world. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memory, but it was impossible.

Connor scolded unhappily, "What's gone? Celia, did Clarisse collude with you to deceive me again? Tell her that she will only make me hate her more by doing this!" Celia's voice was a little shrill. "Connor! Clarisse is dead! Dead!" "Enough!" Connor hung up immediately after he finished yelling. No matter how many calls Celia made, he did not pick up. He gently and patiently coaxed Rosalie who was crying beside him. Then, several flustered police officers came to the door, knocked, and said, "Connor, the head of the deceased has been found. Hurry up and come with us."

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."