Novel & Cerita All Gone Book

He spun a tale of devotion, transforming the truth of a stolen engagement into a grand romance, a love that had been fated all along. Some young girls in the audience even wiped away tears. Then, the emcee glanced at Abby. He hesitated briefly before resuming his script. At that moment, the slideshow on the screen changed. The photos of the happy couple vanished, replaced by something else. Evidence provided by Jessica. A voice echoed through the venue, "Jess, you never should have been born. You can never win against me." "Oh, wait. I'm not the one who's sick. You are—the one with terminal stomach cancer. You don't have much time left, do you?"

Jill could no longer speak from the pain of Noah’s attacks. Her body bled through her hospital gown, the lower half of her body torn and raw. Only when a team of doctors and nurses rushed in did they finally manage to pull Noah away. “Don’t think just because Emma’s gone that you’ll take her place,” he growled, his voice cold as steel. “Let me tell you something, Jill—If Emma doesn’t return, I’ll make sure your miserable life stretches into decades of suffering.”

Her body convulsed once, twice, then exploded into dust. Gone. Just like that. The sound that came out of me wasn’t even human. I slapped my hand over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut, but it didn’t matter. The image burned behind my eyelids—her vanishing mid-step, her clothes disintegrating before they even hit the ground. The Game Master chuckled. “Precision, my dears,” it let out. “Precision is everything.” The next name flickered. “Number 0449.” A man this time. Big, broad-shouldered, maybe in his thirties. He muttered something under his breath and stepped up.

The woman wasn’t a malicious spirit at all, but boy was she talkative, and Akira needed the quiet for work. So, one day, Akira whipped out and burned the frankincense right in the living room where Tonya usually appeared. It made her fade – a different kind of fade from when a spirit is finally free – but more akin to paint smeared with a finger. Akira referred to it as glitch. The only problem with frankincense is that it produced too much smoke and made the whole apartment smell musty, like a wet forest.

“You looked, I don’t know, peaceful.” “Honestly, this book is terrible,” Audrey said, holding up some thriller that I vaguely recognized. “I don’t know why the hell Annabelle has it on her shelf, but I fear for any of the recommendations she’s been giving out at the bookstore.” I suddenly realized where I recognized the book from. “Oh, that’s the one that all the book clubs were reading a while back,” I said. “She probably only got it because of that.” “Oh, that makes more sense,” Audrey said. There was an awkward silence. “So, are you going to sit down or what?”

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out. [Do you want to leave this world?] "Yes." My mom held me tightly. In my dad's horrified stare, she jumped. He lunged forward like a madman, but his hands grabbed nothing but air. My mom's voice was ice cold. "David, goodbye forever." The next second, our bodies were wrapped in a soft glow and disappeared completely before his eyes.

From now on, I'll truly make it up to both of you. I shook my head a little. Mom, there is no 'from now on.' Caleb is already dead. But even if I were still alive, she probably would not really make anything up to me. She did not like Caleb. I understood that the moment the truck crushed me and I desperately reached toward the direction she had driven away, while she never once looked back. In her heart, Caleb mattered less than Adrian's dog. Maybe it was because I had become a ghost, but I suddenly felt so cold that I shivered.

Allie snapped her book shut with a loud thwack, the sound cutting through the quiet like a slap. I glanced up from my laptop, where I’d been slogging through Southern Europe’s summer booking reports. Her groan was long and theatrical, forehead wrinkling so deep she looked carved from stone. “I am dealing with a conundrum,” she declared, pivoting her body toward me as though about to present a case in court. I leaned sideways, catching the title on the spine. “A conundrum about the sexual liberation movement of the sixties?”

The green fire died. I collapsed into Kaden’s arms, gasping for air. Across the room, Kael fell away from the Ledger, his hand a charred mess, but he was smiling. The book sat open, its pages now white and blank, waiting for a new story. Kaden held me tight, his hand resting tentatively over my stomach. "They're gone, Alina. You did it." "We did it," I whispered, looking up at the morning star through the broken ceiling. "But the world is waking up. And it's going to be very, very loud."

Allan's body had shrunk slightly even though Eve had only been gone for a few weeks. Allan saw the entire contents of his room empty, empty and cold. Allan felt the bed trying to feel the remnants of Eve's warm body, but he didn't feel it. The bed was cold, and getting colder. There was no longer the gentle figure he used to hug every night, no more of Eve's sweet smile, or Eve's sullen face when annoyed with him. There was no more adorable Eve. Allan limped towards his walk in closet. It was empty, Eve's clothes were empty!