Novel & Cerita 5 Faces Of Death

Yet, there was nothing I could do. I tried asking for my father's help, but he would not believe me. I was not surprised. Who would believe something so cruel and horrendous had actually happened? I could only watch as the Larsons claimed Hazel's remains and acted as though they would give her a proper burial at the cemetery. I was there on the day her body was cremated. I wished I could just beat the Larsons to death when I saw how pretentious they were. Yet, I had a sudden realization at that very moment. I should let these people climb up to a higher spot so that the fall would hurt more.

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

When it shines the brightest like how he once saw it on the mortal world, it will be time to close the curtains. As soon as The Angel of Death feels the presence of the souls, he motioned his hand, letting the cube lift a little higher allowing the lady to see how he fights her friends. Not only that, his time is limited, only a few hours and they will figure out how to break the cube. If that breaks, he has to accept those memories once again. Keisuke waited for them to stand in front of him, he could already see their angry faces. How lovely they express their minds. As soon as they stand at a fair distance from each other, he smiled, showing his teeth.

“Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pieces.” Holding the secret that he just knew now in exchange for the little favor of ‘his’ soul. He smiles now in delight as his changing mood and expression are like the haywire of the unfortunate weather. Killing, stalking, caring, loving, and cursing at the same time, but greatly favor the dread and tone of death at the very end and his response. “Gate of truth, a symbol of life and the beginnings of sin. Just how will this book flow from now on? Just how exciting does this tale will going to be?”

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

I designed it that way. Nora studies my face carefully. “You’re not afraid.” I consider the question. Fear is not something Death experiences the way mortals do. Fear exists to protect fragile things from ending too soon. I am the end. But something inside my chest tightens anyway. Not fear. Loss. “Fear would imply uncertainty,” I say quietly. “And you’re certain.” “Yes.” Her eyes soften slightly. “Then why stay?” The question lingers between us. It is not accusation. It is not anger.

My father followed, grim and controlled. For one strange second, they looked exactly as they had five years ago. Alive. Untouched. Then my father saw me on the sofa. “Has she calmed down yet?” he asked. Adrian rubbed his forehead. “Not exactly.” My mother stepped closer. “Evelyn?” I wanted to laugh. Five years ago, I had mourned them as dead. Now they were standing in front of my corpse, asking if I had calmed down. My father stopped near the rug and looked down at me.

I’ve never met anyone who was that close to one of the Five before. The Five are gods and look after all the realms. The god of death or as some know him as, the grim reaper, the goddess of life, the god of fate, the god of war, and the goddess of peace. The Five rule over us and guide us. Many covens worship them. This coven is very different as they don't worship Death but work for him. They collect souls for him. It should freak me out that Zane is a descendant of death himself, but it doesn’t. He is also a necromancer, which alone would freak most people out, along with his dark magic and manipulation of shadows. I should be terrified of him and his entire coven, but I’m not. Maybe it’s

It was everything. ​The memories came back like a flood breaking a dam. ​I saw Julian’s face ripple. His pupils dilated until they were solid black, then bled into a brilliant, crystalline silver. He gasped, his back arching as a thousand years of history slammed into his brain at the speed of light. ​The First Life: The prince and the priestess. The Fifth Life: The rebels in the rain. The Ninth Life: The mercy of the blade. ​He remembered it all. Not as clinical data, but as the raw, bleeding love that had driven him across centuries.