Afterlife Stephanie Hudson 소설 & 이야기

~Serena~ Crimson liquid swirled towards the drain, a contrast to the pearl white shower floor at Spade’s apartment. I don’t know how I got here, but I know where I’ve been. Alister is dead, for real now, and he can’t come back from the dead anymore, but the bastard didn’t leave without ripping my heart into pieces. My daughter is alive. Was it really just a plot? Alister would spit out any lies just to save his skin.

"N-No! Hell no! Let go of me!" But Stephanie's protests were completely useless in this case. She ended up getting devoured alive by Adrian on the bed, the couch, and inside the bathtub. By the time it all ended, Stephanie barely had energy to cry. Why must she seal her death warrant by provoking Adrian like this? … Kiara was already sitting in the dressing room of Cloudcrest Theater early in the morning. The makeup artist, Cindy Lopez, had browsed far too many trending topics related to Kiara. She did her best to suppress her innate disgust for Kiara as well as her urge to roll her eyes as she silently put on makeup on Kiara's face.

I said calmly. Her heels clicked lightly against the floor as she walked in, her steps were composed like she owned the space she stepped into. Darius left my office immediately. Stephanie stopped a few feet from the desk. “I heard things have changed,” she said lightly and my gaze shifted to her. “You’ve been hearing a lot lately.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I make it my business too.” Of course she did, Stephanie Vale didn’t survive in Moonfall by being uninformed.

“Jesus. Fine.” He stepped back toward the bedroom, muttering something under his breath about needing coffee. Evelyn barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floating blue interface only she could see. 3.7% survival probability. The number sat there calmly. Clinical. Unemotional. As if Evelyn's death were already calculated. A cold knot tightened low in her stomach. In her first life, she and Damian survived almost eight months before the alleyway. Eight months of starvation, infection zones, freezing nights, and watching people become animals.

After a while she didn’t have the strength to curse, and only her lips moved. After a while more, even her lips stopped. I had someone describe how she looked at the end to Caelum. He didn’t react. But that same night, he killed himself in the Pit of Lightning. I don’t know how he tricked the guards. He pulled his divine soul out of his body, and without the soul, the body is an empty shell. He left a blood letter. The writing was shaky, some places were smeared, and you could see it had been carved with his nails.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

"Cecilia, looks like you had quite a busy night too. So tell me, which man were you fooling around with?" I glanced at her and said calmly, "Are you talking about yourself?" She snorted. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm nothing like you. Lukas personally told me last night that I'll be the future Luna of the Northera Pack. And you? What are you supposed to be?" I fastened my robe a little tighter before smiling. Future Luna? In my previous life, Cain endured his heat through suppression alone. But this time, he had me. My gaze shifted to the bowl in her hands. I raised my brows. "Oh? In that case, you should take good care of Lukas."

It had to be. Meanwhile, across town, Alpha Harrison—my studio's biggest and most important client—was having a very different conversation with Ethan. Alpha Harrison sat in the leather chair across from Ethan's desk, his weathered face drawn with concern. "Alpha Blackthorne, I came as soon as I got your message," he said gravely. "I'm very sorry for your loss." "It's just..." he paused, struggling with the words. "How could Ms. Blackwood have passed so suddenly? She seemed so strong when I saw her last month."