Ace's Death Episode Novels & Stories

Ace declared. --To be continued…

I raised my eyes, meeting the dark eyes of Ace, “I would have loved to play some more, but it is only better to end this pathetic game now.” This was it. Stormbringer didn’t give me answers. It was my death. I closed my eyes, accepting the fate. Maybe this would be better; I would be with my mother again, away from this pain in this world. At least my death would mean that Aaron would be safe. Something flashed in his eyes; if he thought I would die quietly, he was wrong. My hand reached out, grabbing the bead on his neck as I yanked hard. He didn’t notice, not when his eyes were bloodshot red.

He would have killed her right away if he didn't believe her right? After all he came here solely to take her life. As the thoughts ravaged her head, Emily concluded that the Demon Alpha he had written in the pages of her book wasn't just a nickname, it is who he was, who he had become. And it all began from her. ... Diego slammed his fist into the platform, sending it to crash and break symmetrically. A thin long disturbing sound synced through his head and he grabbed it, burying his head in-between his thighs deeply to muffle the upsetting sound and ease the pain reverberating through his entirety. Groans after groans spilled from his vocal cord.

He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.

I know I've become very ugly now. ... August 20, 2025 The sleeping pills seem to be losing their effectiveness. The doctor advised me to just stay in the hospital. He said it would get more painful toward the end. I refused. I never planned to live until the very end anyway. ... August 25, 2025 ... The original text had been crossed out with a black line. Two new lines were added: Willow Dawson died on this day. But Echo saved her.

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

"Do you think just because we held the coronation ceremony and you became my Luna, you can do whatever you please? Let me be clear—if you don't reflect and confess, don't even think about getting out." Even now, he was still waiting for me to beg. Too bad I could no longer oblige. Leo was still holding Sophia, murmuring reassurances, when a subordinate burst through the door: "Alpha! The Luna—she... she appears to be dead!"

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.