Novel & Cerita Beautiful Deaths

Gradually, her voice faltered, her breaths shallow, until finally, her delicate features paled, and her body slumped to the ground, lifeless. As the video concluded, Summer's eyes widened in sheer horror. The harrowing sight of witnessing someone take their own life shattered her mental composure. Overwhelmed with grief and disbelief, she collapsed to the ground, letting out anguished cries that echoed through the room.

Smoke billowed ominously, intertwining with the cries of anguish that hung heavy in the air. Through tear-filled eyes, Zeke's gaze wandered, landing upon the lifeless bodies of his loved ones. Beatriz, his beloved wife, lay motionless, her beauty forever frozen in a cold embrace of death. Royce, his son and Francine, his innocent daughter he had sworn to protect, shared the same fate. The weight of grief pressed down on Zeke's chest, constricting his breath as his heart shattered into a thousand shards. His voice, now a broken whisper, trembled with anguish as he conversed with his shattered psyche.

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

He had been a part of the machine that kept me in this life, and he got what he deserved. Dillion’s voice cut through my thoughts. “And when I say body, I mean just body. His head’s gone.” The image hit me like a punch to the gut. My stomach churned, and I fought to keep my composure. But the thought of it—the brutal, cold image of his lifeless body—made bile rise in my throat. “Oh my God…” Nat’s voice broke, full of shock and horror. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Before anyone could respond, she bolted from the room, rushing to the bathroom.

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.

The sound was too terrible to resemble one anyway, like a rough iron grating against another rough iron surface. And tell them you killed the priest? It was true. She had killed the priest. The police were probably looking for her right now. She was scared of prison. She was scared of people, bad people, and the prison would be full of those. No, she could not go there. But what was she to do? Kill him! She stared at the statue. The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her.

and the girl looks at me terrified and I gasp when I see it was me...it was me in this room I try to focus on what is going on but she was so afraid of me as if I was the one who was going to hurt her. I could hear someone walking in behind me, my body goes tense when I see the man who stood behind me... it was my own father and he was undoing his belt and walking towards smaller me everything made sense now as to why I had killed my parents. I snap my eyes open as I peered around in the room looking to see where I was at, I was in the hospital room and the lights were off I could only see the light that was peering in from the slightly cracked door, the light was coming from the hallway th

Red flames dance around me even as a film of black dust fill the air. Someone screams for help. Another writhes on the ground crying. Many are dead. I feel afraid as I get nearer and nearer to the source of the explosion. A young girl, probably no more than thirteen lies face up on the ground with her lifeless coffee-brown eyes staring into emptiness. There is a gaping hole in her chest. The beach is less than a hundred yards away now. More dead bodies. Then I see her. I see Hope Summers, I see the girl whom my heart beats for.

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.