After I Died A Tycoon Went Crazy Novels & Stories

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

"Someone who cares about me." Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Tell me more! What's he like?" I smiled, my heart warming at the thought of him. "He's kind. Protective. He makes me feel... safe. Like I matter." She grinned. "I'm so happy for you, Aliyah. You deserve that." Then her smile faded, and her eyes filled with tears. "I wish I could say the same." "Sophia..." I whispered, my chest tightening. "He died," she said quietly. "My husband. It was a car accident. One moment we were planning our future, and the next... he was gone."

"He collapsed during a pack run when I was sixteen. Just dropped mid-stride. By the time we got him to Dr. Reeves, he was gone." "I'm sorry." "I watched him die, April. Watched the strongest man I knew reduced to nothing in seconds. Couldn't do anything. Just held his hand while his heart gave out." Tyler's eyes are haunted. "And now I'm him. Following the same path. Same mutation. Same deterioration. Same ending." "You're not him." "I'm exactly him. The medical scans prove it. Same thickening pattern. Same progression rate. Dr. Reeves says I'll probably die around the same age he did. Forty-three."

Xandros said as he reached for his shovel and smacked Tyler to the ground. Xandros smacked Tyler continuously until Tyler couldn't move anymore, signaling that he has died this time for real. “Damn! That was actually harsh" Andean exclaimed as he chuckled afterwards "He deserved that, I'm sorry for the first time he died but he deserved to die this time around” "Let's bury this dude and get the hell outta here“ Xandros commanded Andean to cover the sands with the body underneath "What a day! We really need to grab a booze afterwards” Xandros said

My mom fell ill from the shock, and though my dad was furious, he had to swallow his pride and go to the Gibson family to apologize. After all, if the wealthiest family in the city turned against us, my dad would not be able to handle it. Zac was devastated by the breakup and spiraled into drinking. Within a month, he was hospitalized twice for stomach bleeding. Sally was in tears every day, and Tom angrily berated him for being so weak, saying no woman was worth ruining his life over.

“You… know her?” “Who doesn’t!” Came Elena’s sharp response. “Ivette Castellano, a big time I*******m star and model who seems to have it all. But in reality, she’s only freeloading off her uncle.” “And who’s her uncle?” “Wallace Castellano,” Elena, disregarding the lie Noelle had told her before, took her phone and pulled up one of the latest articles, but the man’s face was a dark shade, making it hard for anyone to see. “Italy’s richest and most ruthless business Tycoon. Word has it that he owns a one out of two customized Rose Noire Droptail.”

Isn't that too much? "Mom, please don't let me do this," I cried to Mom though I knew she would never listen to me. "If you can't do it, just let her die, Leilani. It's that simple," Mom shrugged, rolling her eyes. Never! I will never allow her to die. "I will do it... I will marry Jaxon Grant," "Good... I have a condition," Lyra came again with her condition shit, and I listened to her. Not that anything could be worse than what she was asking me to do.

The Foster family had one ironclad rule: there was no such thing as divorce. Marriage only ended in death. Everyone envied Karina Jackson for marrying into one of the wealthiest families in the country and living a life of privilege. But only Karina knew the truth. After seven years of marriage, all she'd ever gotten from her husband, Mark Foster, were cold, automated replies. Then one day, the daughter of the woman who had destroyed her family walked into her therapy office. That was when Karina finally woke up. Mark had never been cold by nature. He simply didn't love her. Even her own son took the other woman's hand and asked her the cruelest question of all. “Can Aunt Serena be

"Mikael...i-it's not true what you said, right? Say that you were just joking... You were just joking, right? "Please take it back," she pleaded, crying. I'm sorry, I can't because it's the truth—WHAT? Are you fucking serious? No, you're lying, Doc!! TYERON IS NOT DEAD!” That's what she heard that made her mind go blank. Her heart can't accept it, her mind can't take it, it felt like she was going to go crazy in those moments. "Tyeron is dead." That phrase kept flashing in her mind over and over.

It created a huge sinkhole on the ground. “Master Collins, are you determined to kill me?” Tyrone was covered in blood as he struggled to stand up. “I won’t allow the people I want to kill to escape from me.” Chase slowly landed before him. “Fine! Fine! Fine!” Tyrone repeated himself and then, a crazy look appeared in his eyes. “Since you want to kill me, let’s die together!” His stomach concaved and then he inhaled sharply like a beast trying to inhale everything around him. His stomach and chest quickly filled up, making him look like a balloon.