Beautiful Deaths Novels & Stories

The lifeless corpses strewn about, evidence of the horrors that had unfolded within those grim walls. My ears resounded with the haunting echoes of Killian's sadistic laughter, forever etching itself into the depths of my soul. The sound of him coldly pulling the trigger, taking lives without a shred of remorse or empathy. Each life lost, a painful reminder of the inescapable darkness that encased me.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

If she could speak, she'd tell this man her last words: she had zero regrets for all the wicked things she'd done. "I guess I'll have to help you along then," he continued as he aimed the gun at her head and fired, instantly snuffing out the light in her eyes. But even when he could see she was dead, he still fired three more shots in her face and head, just to make doubly sure. "This is what we do to blackmailing bitches," he muttered as he pulled out his phone and took a photo of the dead blonde, throwing the black rose at her feet before heading for the front door.

I glanced at Derek as he smiled back at her. Shivers ran over me. I'd killed Jenson and Crazy Eyes, but I wasn't proud. I was relieved, and I sure as hell wasn't smiling about it. "What happened to you two?" Grant eyed the injured girls. "The dead. They found us after..." A girl with short brown hair tightened the blanket around her shoulders. I examined the girls, looking for any other wounds. "How many of you were hurt by biters?" "Shelley's dead," Celia said. "Tanya and Kim were just scratched."

he cried, she touched his head then she quickly withdraws her hands in shock "You killed someone today" she said with widened eyes; she could read his mind "I swear it was a mistake" he defended "The wages of sin..." She raised the knife in the air with both hands; Baddo's eyes widen "Is death!!" She stabs him on the chest, he screams in pain, she stabs again, breaking through his rib cage, then forcefully tears the flesh and bone open with her hands she pulls out the heart and cuts off all the veins and arteries attached; Baddo was already dead

I even watched the cameras all over the airport and didn’t see anything after she went into the bathroom. My men also went to the morgue and claimed Penelope’s body. She is currently in our morgue, her body is being preserved for when Scarlet is ready to bury her. I haven’t told her that yet either as I was hoping Courtney would show up and they could bury her together. Her body was in very bad shape. The report said she was killed quickly. A knife slashed through her throat and almost decapitated her. It was so deep that her head just would fall back, exposing everything. She wasn’t touched or violated in any way. Just like a hit would be. Just like I would have done. It almost made me wond

I knew what awaited me was fear worse than death. Lina, meanwhile, was glaring at me with pure fury. From the look on her face, she probably wanted to tear me apart. I knelt helplessly on the floor, watching the two of them smile at me with that dangerous, sinister sweetness. My heart went cold. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them. Was my life really going to end here? Just when I thought it was all over, a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted outside. Lina and Serena’s expressions changed.

The room froze. "They're both dead." Total silence.

This time, their faces were filled with gratitude. "Professor Callahan, thank you. If it weren't for you, our children would've died in the lab explosion. We almost misunderstood you. Thank you so much!" The stark contrast between their current gratitude and their past fury left me momentarily dazed. Meanwhile, Gregory handed all the collected evidence to the police, who then made it public. … The next time I heard about Bertha and Owen, they'd already been burned to death. This time, it was Devin's parents who did it.

Zero "My death by your hands will be like this moon touching this river." Her words whispered from that gruff voice, as her haunted eyes refuse to stare up at my dead ones. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” I lick her creamy cheek. Remembering her smell. Mine. “I can give you every reason why you should.” I once thought together we could rise up and get through anything. The worse mistake I made was walking in that Alley, but it was also the start to something so fucking emotionally tragic that even with this gun against her head, my organs bleed for her as she closes her eyes and exhales a new breath, Beauty’s Breath.