Novel & Cerita Beautiful Deaths

Grace leaned forward expectantly on her chair, and Natalia stared at me with shock and confusion. My throat bobbed. I didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to see the hope drain from their faces. Didn’t want to say it out loud because it made it feel too real. But they both deserved the truth, so I would tell them. “Helena is dead,” I started. “Celeste killed her.” … The battleaxe came down on Helena’s skull. I would never forget the sound of that wet crunch, nor the sight of the blood spraying across the floor, across my boots, and across the face of a woman far older than her years.

My lips trembled as I stammered, "No! Ryan can't hold on for much longer. He needs a healer now!" "Is that so?" Felix let go of me and rose to his feet. He then walked over to Faith and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But Faith needs the healers too. Her stomach still hurts because you scared her earlier." He then closed the door in my face, extinguishing my last flicker of hope. Ryan passed away that night. His little face had turned purple from a severe allergic reaction. Right before he took his last breath, he opened his eyes and mustered the last bit of strength he had left to caress my face with his small, cold hand.

"Why? Why is this happening? I was reborn. I got everything I wanted. So, why did it still end like this?" I froze for a second. I never expected that Janet had been reborn, too. No wonder she had been so desperate in this life, so determined to chase everything she wanted. However, the darkness inside her had already sealed her fate. Watching as the officers forced her down and restrained her completely, I gave a small shrug and answered lightly, "Maybe you can figure that out in prison." The ambulances arrived quickly and carried the two injured people away. They survived. However, both of them had been blinded by shattered glass, and their faces were severely disfigured. What Janet had do

It's broken words and promises but it's just wasted air. I drag the edge of the blade down her face, just enough for her to feel the kiss of steel. She sobs harder and I lean in, whispering against her ear, "The only mistake bigger than crossing me... was crossing her." I drive the knife into her stomach. The sound is wet. Her scream is cut short into a choking gurgle. Blood stains her teeth as it starts to fill her mouth, dripping down her chin in crimson lines. I hold her gaze as the light drains from her eyes, until they cloud into that hollow, empty stare. Her head lolls forward, lifeless, and the chains rattle as her body sags.

On the other hand, the young man that was cool as ever walked through the table near the exit. As for that Beauty woman, she was shiver behind the empty table, while blood flows through the every holes of her body. Her eyes shown with desbelief and those with terror as she grasping for her very last breathe. Regrets was evidently appeared in her eyes before her body soon to become nothing more than ash...

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

Now that tables had turned, she had to teach him a lesson, too bad he won't learn from it since there wouldn't be a time to apply it. Zia picked up a small but glittering knife that had both edges sharp. She went to his back where she had his hand tied before she cut his fingers one by one, his creams echoing in the entire room s d the forest beyond. Too bad they had chosen a location far away that no one would hear his screams. It was him and the little nightmare. The pain was too unbearable and the guy was loosing consciousness fast. Finding no more fun in that she slit his wrist so that his blood flowed down like a river, his skin turning pale instantly. He was dead.

There is no better death than death at the hands of a loved one. My gift is merciless with him, but he holds on. The thought arose in my head to stop, but not to turn back what had been done. He can't live. A tear rolled down my cheek. I didn't think I'd hurt myself by killing a monster. The radiance reached Kasia's face. Don't cry, I'm not worth it. You are the only good thing in my life. Goodbye! The glow completely filled the body of the bitten primordial, a slight flash, and it crumbled, becoming dust.

The room filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the gasps of Monica's fading breath. Sasha's eyes, once filled with warmth and camaraderie, now gleamed with malevolence as she turned her attention to Monica. With a cold, calculating precision, she moved towards her, a predator closing in on its prey. Monica's heart pounded in her chest, her body paralyzed by fear. In one final act of cruelty, Sasha delivered a fatal blow to Monica, extinguishing the last flicker of life within her. Darkness engulfed Monica's vision, and she succumbed to the unforgiving grasp of death.

Yolanda’s body finally crumpled to the ground, lifeless and devoid of vitality. Her death came swiftly, so fast that she barely had time to utter a final cry. The air was thick with a profound silence, as if even the wind had come to a standstill. Everyone fell into a heavy silence, gazing at her lifeless form, as though reflecting on the chaos and suffering she had wrought. Her death marked the end of a chapter, a grim resolution to the torment she had caused.