Bones The Double Death Of The Dearly Departed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zhou Tian took out his mobile phone to light up and looked at his feet. It turned out to be a complete set of human bones, which were terribly white. Fortunately, Zhou Tian had been scared once. This time, he was still very calm. Shen Mengyi and Bai Lu also saw it. They were not as panicked as they were just now. At this time, Shen Mengyi said, "Mr. Zhou, there's another skeleton. Two of them died here." "Yes, let me see how far ahead is..." As Zhou Tian spoke, he took the phone forward. The flashlight was very strong, and it could still light up a long distance.

It was almost comforting, in a way. "How on earth am I still alive?" I whispered, my mind racing with dark images of some mysterious ritual. Maybe it was just the disorientation, but time seemed to freeze in the room with Gray. "Hey, is Bellamy—" "Bellamy is gone. The body was cremated last night, and the ashes were laid to rest," Nereus said, his voice steady. Tears of relief spilled down my cheeks. Bellamy had been a nightmare. I could handle Gray, Jonah, and maybe even Hugo, but Bellamy was a whole different level of awful. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Both of them— Healing. Together. Slowly. Imperfectly. But— Together. "Marcus is dead," Lucas said quietly. "Really dead. Finally dead. You are free. Really free. Finally—" But Hope was staring at Marcus's body. At the blood. At— Something wrong. Something— Off. She knelt beside him. Checked his pulse. His eyes. His— "This is not Marcus," she said. Voice hollow. Empty. Destroyed. "What?" "This is not Marcus. This is—another double. Another body. Another—trick. Marcus is still alive. Still out there. Still—"

"That's more or less everything. Alexander wasn't the one who died. It was Daniel." I spread my hands, laying out the truth for Charles. In the past weeks I had felt lost, devastated, torn in every direction. But now all I felt was relief that I had managed to break free early. Charles stayed silent for a long time. Then he slid an arm around my shoulders, pulling me gently toward him. "You've suffered enough." My body stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed.

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

If he kept this up, it would turn into stomach cancer. Charlie had to undergo surgery, and it took three hours before he was saved. "No more stimulation. They've been working too hard for too long, and their bodies have been subjected to long-term exhaustion. This must stop." We thanked the doctor and tended to them. This was bad. We were going to get a divorce, but now they were hospitalized, and I sighed. When I got into his ward, Christopher lightened up considerably. He held my hand as tightly as he could, in case I ran away again.

He can’t be dead! We crawled to Jax, pulling his body from Mildred's. He looked so peaceful. My fingers traced over his strong jaw. Riley sat at his other side, crying over his chest. He didn't budge at all. His heart was faint, beating a little slower every minute. I looked over the hall. Demetrius headless, Mildred snapped neck, four Lycan mates dead by rejection, and Jax. He laid asleep, maybe soon dead too. I wanted to win, but not like this.

The doctor chews his bottom lip and looks back at the curtain before shaking his head. Why is he shaking his head? “But the child did not.” My blood runs cold. “What child?” Doctor Ramoth shifts his attention towards the clinic’s windows and after making sure that the twins are not within an earshot, he leans in and says softly, “She was with a child before the news of your supposed death broke out. Her body was already weak without her wolf, she would have lost it even without the fight with Nox and the torture at the hand of Crimsonhill’s Beta.”

"The whole institution is a slaughterhouse disguised as a sanctuary. That's why the sick ward is always full of second-year apprentices suffering from 'mana exhaustion.' They aren't exhausted. They're being drained dry through the dormitory conduits." A sudden, violent tremor rippled through Zeyric’s chest—not from fear, but from a profound, terrifying realization that struck straight through their soul-bond. "Zeyric?" Thalen asked, turning sharply as he felt the abrupt spike in Zeyric’s pulse. "What is it? What did you just think?"