Beautiful Deaths Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Oh look, it's Mr. Deaf." Mr. De–? My eyes widened involuntarily as it finally sunk in. And I saw it. I saw my life flashing right in front of me. I saw my own obituary. Isabelle Kimberly Greene, plunged straight to her death when fiance threw her off his private plane. May her soul rest in peace. Ultimate go figure. It's settled. I'm officially dead. Feeling the weight of his glare

my lips twitched in pity as I faked sadness, "You'll simply die." "Don't be as stupid as the man in the next room." I said while shaking my head, "He chose his loyalty over his life, and do you know what that got him?" Her eyebrows furrowed as if trying to analyze my words, "Probably all his bones are now broken, half of his skin is not even attached to his body anymore, the flesh of his nose touched his mouth-" I slightly winced at the image, "And I really can't point out the position of one of his eyes anymore." My lips pursed, "And you know what the best part?" I wasn't waiting for an answer, "I got to hear his screams as the acid flowed into his blood and slowly ripped him from inside as

"Whether I die or not, the last thing you will remember before you die is how worthless you are." “Ahh, you won't die, Reyna not any time soon. But I can guarantee you will wish you had when we're done with you." "Well, come on then. Show me your worst."

Wilbur looked troubled, and he squinted in pain. Debbie laughed and pulled out her Death Scythe. Her wound healed at a remarkable speed. However, Wilbur was still bleeding out. That was the first time Wilbur got injured. Debbie was not too powerful, but her Domain was too creepy and unpredictable. She looked at the wound on Wilbur and said in a maniacal tone, "Enjoy what it feels like to die, that's my blessing to you." Then, Debbie stabbed her other leg. The same wound appeared on his leg.

“What did my father do to you?” Eton closed his eyes, looking disinterested in continuing the conversation. But, to Kaia's surprise, he replied, “One of my dearests was dead due to him.” Eton's brows furrowed. 'Dearest? Did he ever have someone to hold dear to?' “Now I’m dying of curiosity,” Kaia said, tapping Eton's chest with the tips of her fingers. Eton opened his eyes, a corner of his mouth twitching. “Remember what happens to curious kittens?”

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

My pale, rotting body was laid out on the bed for all to see. I heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, they'd discovered my body. Alice's eyes immediately turned red. Tina still pointed at my body in confusion and said, "Look, Aunt Alice! Mommy's still sleeping." Alice's tears began flowing down her cheeks. I could feel her grief and sadness. Even her wolf was crying for me. "It'll be alright, Tina. It'll be alright…" She then held Tina in her arms and tried to take her away from my body. However, Tina was just a child and still couldn't grasp the concept of death. She continued standing there in silence.

Tears scorch my cheeks as I drown in waves of guilt and grief. With trembling hands, I pick the bloodied blade that has pierced my heart. Despite Caleb’s desperate cries for me to cease, I am consumed by a relentless determination. With a final, decisive motion, I drag the blade across my throat, embracing the blessed oblivion that awaits, welcoming death’s cold embrace as the sole release from this unbearable agony.

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.