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

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

I was already dead. The moment I stopped breathing, I felt myself drift up above the room. Looking down at the body on the floor, I knew it was me, yet it also felt strangely unfamiliar. I saw my face filled with agony, and my body was a bloodied mess with eyes wide open in terror. What was most ridiculous was that even at the moment of my death, I had still hoped Blake would remember the good in me and come save me. Yet, at that very moment, Blake was at the hospital with Rosie, gently comforting her as she received an IV drip.

He said, "It's bigger than you and me." "Fortunately, I won't be here when he gets older. Thankfully, I wouldn't witness what will happen, as you know I don't have much time on this earth." He said. Yeah, I know, Alex told me that he's dying of cancer...but I still don't get it. Witness what? "So, that doesn't concern me, that's not why I want him dead." He added. "Then why?" I asked, "Why do you want him dead?"

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

This wasn't time to joke about his superman's powers which he uses to impress some girls. -"It is not a vampire." I said to them in a cold whisper. My voice hadn't any emotions. I didn't feel alive anymore. The vampire was too beautiful a word for him. He didn't deserve to be called in that way. I was calling him in that way, before this... " He is a dead one" I continued after some time.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

“What do you mean?” “I’m the one that killed her. Her being pregnant with me had been draining the life from her body for months. She knew she was going to die giving birth to me when my powers manifested fully because you see, I am Death.” There was so much self loathing in her voice it gave Adrian goosebumps. “You might be Death but even you will die if I rip your throat out.” He said and she smiled. “Yes, I’ll die and so will you. I brought you a change of clothes, wear them and I‘ll leave you with a piece of advice. You’ll die quickly if you do not obey the Martoshi, she has no use for an entertainer that refuses to entertain.”

“We’re putting on black because we’re mourning Melo, who just passed away.” “That bad aunt that follows Mr handsome everywhere has died? I think that's wonderful news,” Alice said. “Do not say that, Alice. Even if she was a bad person, we should learn to respect the dead,” Cassey said.

I am dead…. ****

My throat is hoarse as I haven’t had anything in my throat or stomach for a week now. “I can only keep his body fresh for a few more weeks after that I can’t stop nature from occurring,” Elder Theresa said regrettably, “Alpha, please if you have any respect left for the Omega let his dead body be taken away. We need to give him a benefitting funeral that fit his status as a Luna of The Southeast Pack.” “Bram is not dead, Elder. He won’t leave me because he love me so I won’t let him go,” I finish cleaning his body and continued kneeling there, watching him and I will continue to watch until he wakes up.