Novel & Cerita A Face To Die For Iris Johansen

The assembly gasped , Ryker’s jaw dropped , Kaelia’s arms trembled. Iris spoke, voice clear and unchildlike: “Mother, I am Death.” Silence shattered like glass. A heartbeat hung, an eternity passed. Nyra’s blood froze. She took a faltering step forward. “Iris?” The child tilted her head, ancient malice gleaming in her dark pupils. “I was born amid sacrifice, baptized in prophecy... I am Death, the final reckoning.” Selene caught Nyra’s arm. “We have unleashed something beyond our bonds.”

Even as she drifted in and out of consciousness, Iris's hatred for the man burned like a raging fire. “When you die, I’ll bring Helen back into Luca’s life. She will help me as the puppet and dumb fool she is to take over everything and then I’ll get rid of her as well.” “You…will…never…matter” Iris whispered brokenly as much as she could muster the strength to. The smirk on her face was almost unnoticeable but Jace saw it just like he heard her quiet whispers and his face changed. He looked like a monster as he snarled in her face like a wild animal.

He says looking at me intently. Did I hear him say what I think he just did? Is Iris no longer here with us? I look at him with tears in my eyes, "I know the two of you had formed a special bond but I was informed last night that the machines keeping her alive was turned off. Iris was shot in the head the day of the attack. I want to ask if you want to help arrange a funeral for her?" He asked as he stands up. I swallow my lump, "I would love to." That was all I said I can't speak any longer.

He just never expected it to be in a prison bathroom and at the hands of the father of the woman he once gave his heart to. Someone else who knew he'd die a horrible death someday was Nathan Gopal. After all, one didn't keep up a passionate love affair with a married woman without knowing the risks. What he didn't know, though, was that he'd been marked for death the moment his father agreed to kill Iris De Jager over some stupid ledger.

Iris was kneeling on the broken glass and metal, trying to pull his massive figure out of the wreck. When I got close enough, I was shocked to a stop when I saw all the blood. All the blood. Adonis’ face was not even visible. All I could see was heavy bleeding everywhere. Right there, right then. I died. My heart died. My soul died. Seeing the man I loved… like this… because of me… Iris was yelling at me to come help her, “Hurry! He is not breathing!” Her voice cracked with fear. He is not breathing.

Daria comes back and Iris grabs her head. “Don’t think I don’t know,” Iris smirks. “I know you are a daughter of Poseidon, I know you killed my mother in hopes of killing me before I was born, but you were 4 years too late. I know you planned to kill me tonight. I know you will die instead. “ “Go ahead, I have another chance,” Daria smirks. “Enjoy believing that!” Iris snaps her necks. The room gasps in shock as Daria falls dead to the floor.

Immediately he sees the look on my face, he takes his hand off. "You've grown so big, I almost didn't recognize you. You remind me so much of your mother, Ingrid." He comments. "You have the guts to say her name," I chuckle darkly. He smiles, "It's a shame she had to die because of you," My nostrils flare and I narrow my eyes at him. "I must say, I'm ashamed of you. Out of all the girls in this town, you had to go for a….slut. What was her name again?" He pauses before flicking his fingers in the air, "Iris! A fiery little thing, I must say."

His brain was trying to think hard amid the commotion. But Eva, who was ready to fight again was surprised by the fast movement of Iris who jumped to lunge at James. He was immediately thrown and hit the wall. "Goodbye, James." Said Iris slicing her hand on her knife then stabbed it in James' chest. Instantly James groaned in pain. His body slowly turned into a grain of dust. But James, who still saw the different color of Iris' eyes, saw a glimpse of her future. “You will never die… Live in misery all your life… Iris….”

“You’re not Winifred Zea, Miss Zea?” “Winifred Zea?” Iris’s expression darkened. She blurted out subconsciously, “President Smith, are you kidding? How could you compare me with that b*tch, Winifred Zea? I’m Iris Zea, the future young mistress of the Jensen family’s Century Herb Pharmaceutical. Travis Jensen is my boyfriend.” “Travis Jensen?”

ABANDONED OFFICE BUILDING – 12:13 AM Iris knelt on the concrete floor, surrounded by the family she'd tried to destroy. Her perfect face was cracked—not physically, but spiritually. Defeat etched into every line. "What now?" she asked quietly. "You kill me? Turn me in? Make me pay?" Chaewon stood over her, exhausted, bleeding, but standing. "I don't know. What do you think you deserve?" "Death. Obviously. For everything I've done. Everything I took from you."