5 Faces Of Death Novels & Stories

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The death element was not destructive, rather it was a sharp, clean element. It is capable of eradicating enemies without causing much destruction. It was like witnessing the silent and quick death of a loved one. Their death was a mystery. They did not know what hit them. Their bodies and equipment are no longer traceable, they have simply disappeared. Although they were covered, I could still see the faces of humans through my sharp eyes. It was the faces of people grieving the loss of a loved one, the sorrowful, despairing faces. The experience was quite strange, and I knew I was becoming accustomed to it.

I respond without meaning to say the words out loud. Zane chuckles. “I promise it’s not as bad as you think it will be. The Five are intimidating at first, but once you meet one of them, you realize it’s only their powers that make them that way. Death is an asshole, but he does try to right the wrongs of many.”

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

These people had their ways. They had their ways of making you accept that you have committed the crime. They instill fear and terror in you. This was what she thought. This was what she had always thought. " What do you know about the janitor's death?" he repeated, hostility tearing down the warmth his eyes were supposed to have. " I know nothing." The man snarled, his weird bulkiness taking it all out. " Do you think I don't know? You teenagers have this tendency of commiting crimes all the time."

A terrible feeling settled in my chest, and I started to panic. I grabbed Riley by the collar, asking, “Where is Andy, Riley? Where is he? You can't just neglect him because I wasn't there with him...” Riley closed her eyes. After a long struggle, she finally forced out the words. “Andy… is dead…” Something inside me snapped. “The child who was hit in that accident was Andy. Leo didn't mean for it to happen. Back then, we were afraid you'd be devastated, so we thought it would be better if you spent a few years in prison. That way, you wouldn't have to face the pain directly.”

And what eyes they were. Dull, lifeless, glassy. Their faces, from what I could see, were also in need of attention from good-quality skincare products. Not that moisturising would help at this point. They were all dead. Not rotting, nothing falling off, just dead. I remembered Jenny asking me what I would do if she became one of the undead. Perhaps not quite as hypothetical a question as I’d thought.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

Nathan knelt down, carefully gathering every last bit with his hands and gently placing them into the urn Jake had paid an exorbitant amount of money for. For the first time, Nathan, who was always strong and composed, held the urn in his arms, his eyes reddening. He whispered my name over and over. I curled my lips into a sneer. "Oh, this is just the beginning. You will be crying a lot more soon," I thought. Under Jake's urging, Nathan finally returned to the estate with my ashes. On the way, Jake told him the truth about my death. "Ms. Bartlett died from the pain of her illness. She suffered until she couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't sick as long as her sister, but because her conditio