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.

Jules shouted, lunging forward in a desperate attempt to intervene. But it was too late. With a sickening sound, the dagger sliced through flesh and bone, blood spilling from the wound as Debbie’s eyes widened in haunting pain as the life flowed out of her with her blood. Jules stood frozen in shock, his mind struggling to understand the horrifying scene before him. As Debbie crumpled to the ground, life drained from her eyes, a sense of numbness washed over me. It took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in, but as I watched the lifeless body collapse, a realization dawned on me. This wasn’t the first time I had encountered such a spectacle. No, this was just another clone, an

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.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

The game was mine. Two days later, I walked into the mortuary with two of my men behind me. The air was thick, the stench of chemicals burning my nose. I tapped my fingers against the counter. “I came for Rachel Williams and Dave Collins. I want their bodies for burial.” The attendant looked nervous. “Yes, sir. But… there’s a problem.” My jaw tightened. “Problem?” “The bodies… they decayed faster than normal. We had to burn them to preserve what was left. You can’t recognize them anymore.”

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.

"You'd better agree to the divorce, or I'm going to tell the whole world what you did, Charlie." His face fell, and he clutched his chest, his eyes closed. I panicked. "So, they're both going to pass out in our villa?" Charlie fell down, and Sophia screamed, "Charlie!" We scrambled to take them to the hospital. Christopher had a stomach ulcer, while Charlie had a myocardial infarction. They were hooked to IVs, and Christopher looked a little better. The doctor said the ulcer was widespread thanks to Christopher's erratic eating. If he kept this up, it would turn into stomach cancer.