Afterlife Stephanie Hudson の小説・ストーリー

None of it mattered anymore. As we climbed into the ambulance waiting to take us to the clinic where the girls had been rushed... I looked back one final time. They were carrying Enzo's body beneath a white sheet. In that moment... A part of Stephanie Miller... And a part of Stephanie Toussaint... Died with him. The woman who believed happy endings existed. The woman who believed love alone could conquer evil. She had been left behind inside that abandoned building. "This isn't over, Matt." I looked directly into his eyes. The tears were gone. Only ice remained.

"Alright, alright, my princess. I'm hanging up." The night was pitch black. Somehow, I felt suffocated as if it wrapped me tightly. I held Vivian's blood-soaked body. Eyes blank. Mind gone. It made no sense. Yesterday, she was dead set on leaving the Domingos with me. Now she was the girl who jumped. She hated heights. Couldn't handle pain. Still—thirty stories. Gone. I went through the motions—police, paperwork, cremation. By sunrise, the loud, lively Vivian was just ashes in a box.

Stephanie noticed my silence and immediately softened her tone, like she realised screaming would not work on me anymore. “Kendrick,” she said gently, “listen to me carefully.” I didn’t respond but she continued anyway. “Nilah is unconscious right now. She still doesn’t know the babies died.” Stephanie looked down at the child in her arms before speaking the next words carefully. “We can fix this.” A horrible feeling formed inside my stomach. “No,” I said immediately. “No.” But Stephanie kept talking. “We will give her Alex.” It felt like my breathing stilled.

Instead of responding, he let out a low laugh and before I could probe further, he went limp in my hands. He was dead. Pulling away with my hands balled into a fist, I stared at his corpse. What secret is Stephanie keeping from me?

After that, he used Instant Teleportation and escaped far away. Seconds after he left, three people rushed over as fast as lightning. They were the companions of the dead woman. They seemed to have some sort of special connection. “Alyssa’s dead. Her soul has shattered!” “Why would something like this happen? Alyssa Huffman is the best prodigy of the Horizon clan in 100 millennials! Yet she died here? The clan is going to go mad for this!” “The Huffmans would definitely look into her death. They might interrogate us and her fiance too. Oh god, this is too troublesome…”

He most enjoyed the feeling of controlling me, after all. "Elijah, did you know? Five years ago... I was pregnant with your baby," I said calmly. "You're lying again." I laughed bitterly and spoke in a gentle tone I hadn't used in ages. "I knew you'd say that, so I prepared everything. I hope that after I die, you'll receive those things and still be able to live happily ever after with Abigail." At that moment, the system's voice rang in my head. "Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back."

Three years after my death, my soul was still trapped next to Katrina Cobb. I witnessed how that once vibrant and bright young woman eventually turned into a cripple. She was hunched over, rummaging through a pile of rotting garbage. I floated above her head, looking at her messy, straw-like hair, my heart aching for her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear. "Trina, please, stop picking at the trash. Your hands are all cut…"

Instinctively recollecting all the harsh treatment she had suffered in the hands of Hailey, she stepped into the room with her heels interrupting Hailey's thought. The latter lifted her head and her countenance naturally turned dark upon seeing her but she said nothing. Stephanie was dressed in an exquisite and quite expensive high low gown that was yellow in color adding warmness and brightness to her.She stopped by the foot of the bed,and stared down at the frail Hailey Collins. "Sad, " she smirked "Who would think the once high and might Hailey Collins would be beneath me today?" "I know you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure but when are you going to die?" she bluntly said "For

“Oh… that. Well, Adrian is a hybrid, like Hunter. Since he’s half-Undead, he needs to drink blood in his early years to control his bloodlust. Whenever Hunter isn’t here to feed our son, mom helps out by giving him her blood.” “Oh wow…” I breathe out. “Yeah. I was surprised at first, but thankfully we have mom to help us. She knows a lot, especially when it comes to hybrids since she gave birth to one herself. I don’t know if we could manage everything without her…” “And Stephanie? Is she a hybrid too?” “No. She’s a werewolf.” Skye smiles at her daughter adoringly, gently stroking her head as the little bundle of joy babbles happily. I can’t help but smile as Stephanie gives me a toothless g

I open it. "Stephanie. Oh my God. You're back!" I look at Stephanie Burnham. She is a beautiful woman. She has gotten taller, and her hair is long. She has long black straight hair. She always looked like a Halloween brat. I loved that about her. It was always weird to me that a prep like Brittany and a punk-like Steph were ever friends. I'm not sure how they came to be friends. But I know it has something to do with me.