Novel & Cerita Alex Brightman The Whole "being Dead" Thing

"If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation." Mom didn't take the document. Her gaze swept around the entire room. After a long moment, she suddenly forced an ugly smile that looked grotesque. "This must be a lie! To think the police are colluding with Flora to put on a show. Is this fun for you? The makeup looks pretty real. But if you think you can fool me, you're far from it!" As she spoke, she reached out to tug at my already cold body on the bed. "Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—"

I did not know how long I lay there. Time felt different after death. I could no longer feel the cold marble beneath me, but I could still see the foyer, the blood on the floor, and Adrian standing above my body as if he were waiting for me to give up the act. Death had taken my voice and left me only enough awareness to watch what came after. Adrian did not call for help right away. “Enough, Evelyn,” he said, pale but stubborn. “Your parents will be here in the morning. Stop this now.”

Realizing the situation he slowly shifted back to his human form, glaring at Athena's hologram. “Black magic?” Alpha Axel asked, his face etched with curiosity. “Alpha Axel?” Rachel's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “The spell, it worked,” Davina pointed at Athena's hologram. Her face flickered as a bright smile slowly appeared on her face. “It worked,” she shouted, tightly hugging Hailey. “Spell?” Alpha Axel asked, his face contorted with confusion as he darted his eyes at each of the girls. “It’s popularly known as the revealing death spell, it allows you to know if a person's dead or alive and sometimes it allows you to talk to the dead” Alpha Cole explained squatting near the large

, Damien said as he tried to calm Zoey down over the phone. “Alex. Is. Dead.”, she said as she stopped crying and her voice went dry. “Please help…help me Damien please…is there any way to bring him back?” Damien’s side went silent and then he gave a long sigh. “Zoey, don’t worry, he’s not dead.”, he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to think of a way to tell her what she needs to do.”Zoey, if he died just now, that means it takes an hour for him to die.”

"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...

"Just listen... Oscar, I need you to hold a press conference and inform he public that I'm dead. We'll hold a fake funeral and sort but we have to make it look real. We have to gain the public's sympathy. That way, it's going to go viral and Phoenix would definitely see it. Now here's the plan... "She paused and studied everyone's attention and their gazes were all glued at her. She cleared her groat and said. Phoenix would be so glad that I'm dead because I guess his greatest fear is that i would wake up one day and tell the truth, however he's be relieved to hear that I'm dead and then make you, Oscar his next target and Althea the next after you.

After all, he was already dead. “Well, getting a paycheck sounds realistic to me. And besides, if any of this is real, which I'm willing to believe it is, I haven't played video games for nothing, have I? I never imagined having no motivation would work out this way, I think being dead is more fun than being alive.” “I am glad you find being dead enjoyable, but I need to inform you that you need to throw away anything you believe to be true and be prepared to witness the truth of the universe. Mr. Akira, please be ready. The system is computing…

Emily asked as she slowly walks backwards, trying to get away from the mysterious entity. "I am Death. The commander of the reapers and the fourth horseman of the apocalypse." His voice sounds eerily deep. Emily's eyes widened. "Am I-" Emily couldn't utter the word. "Dead? Absolutely," Death continued. "I can't die. This can't be happening," Emily dropped on her knees. "Sorry but, there's nothing we can do about it," Death apologized. "I'm dreaming right? This is just a weird nightmare. I'll wake up later then I'll be okay." Emily tries to force a smile, convincing herself that everything is not real.

Alex immediately gave a call to Zachary and told him that the two men who had died downtown in Alaska before were worshippers of the Blood Cult. “What?!” Zachary was obviously surprised, and then he said, “Oh god, why didn’t you say so earlier? Those two bodies have already been cremated!” “Wasn’t there one still alive? The one in gray clothes,” Alex said. He was referring to the Gold and Silver Ghost’s helper, who he had kicked. Back then, the helper hadn’t died yet. However, Zachary said, “That guy is also dead.” Alex found it to be strange. “Impossible, I only kicked him. At most, he’d have suffered some internal injuries, but not so serious to the point that he would die.”

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”