Casper A Date With Death Fanart Novels & Stories

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

It was my dying wish. In the end, I gave him what he wanted, quietly preparing to die. Later, he went mad, kidnapping the world’s best doctors—risking a global manhunt—all to save me. ... “God, Sophia, this client is so picky,” my assistant Cathy grumbled next to me. “This is the tenth version! I hope we’re done today.” “Easy, Cathy. The client’s satisfaction is our job. They’re here, let’s go.” I walked towards the altar, folder in hand.

Death hummed, and whenever Cece tried to ask him a question, his hums got louder. When they stopped, Cece's body thrummed with energy, and she stared at Death. He was beautiful, and even as he smiled, she could see that there was something sad about him. "You've been offered a second chance, Cece. Get your revenge, and live your life. This is the only chance I'm giving you." And then he kissed her cheek, a small moon mark forming on the spot where he had kissed. Cece touched the spot in wonder and then felt a pain in the side of her neck. There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open.

Pushing up from him as he struggled to free his flesh from her grasp, she forced herself into a kneel, and raised the big Casper off the grassy floor. Casper started clawing desperately at Emma's hand with his good one, knowing what next was about to happen. He couldn't believe that he was going to die in the hands of a woman in front of his subordinates. He thought of crying out a plea, but he thought better of it, that it was better he died in the hands of Emma, than in the hands of his queen, Leonarya. He didn't want to experience the sort of torture he had partook in some hours ago. And so he kept shut.

“Tessa, help me arrange a false death.” The moment the call connected, I got straight to the point. Tessa fell silent. “What happened?” I lowered my eyes to the photos still glowing on my screen. In them, Cassian was half-naked, with bite marks across his neck. The one taking the photo had stood close enough to make sure I would see everything. “I don’t want this anymore,” I said. “In five days, I’m leaving with the pup.”

Caspian believed more in fate when it came to mates, he believed the moon goddess would make everything perfect. After a while of sight seeing, he laid back on his bed thinking about what his mate looked like, until he closed his eyes. Caspian was a child born with a unique feature, he had a wolf tattoo at the back of his neck right underneath his hair. It could only be seen if his hair was packed up. While he was asleep, a beautiful girl appeared to him, with blue eyes, and white hair dressed in a black dress. She smiled softly at him and his heart began to collapse, she looked so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her blue eyes.

The second held pens, a notebook, and a small black box. My breath caught. It wasn’t jewelry. Inside were photographs—grainy, slightly yellowed, as if they’d been taken years ago. Cassandra’s face stared up at me, frozen in time. In one picture, she was laughing. In another, she stood beside Luca, his arm around her waist. But it was the last photo that made my stomach twist. Cassandra… with Caroline. And in the corner, a date. Two weeks before Cassandra died. “Mira?”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Casper concluded, pushing the remaining responsibility on Caddaric. What he did not add was the fact that Caspian and Rex did not die a natural death as they reported. They both died of similar heart attacks which Casper had secretly attributed to dealing with the Callahans. Those two frustrated the hell out of them and at a point, Casper was even undergoing high blood pressure treatments.

Casper said wearing his gloves That room is called the den of death , Casper entered with his face cold and ready to torture. “You aren't going to get any from me, let me advice you. He already has many backers and your death is going to be worse than mine.” the hargard looking guy said then he bit his tongue and he immediately fell . Casper already know what happened , they was poison in his mouth . “Sir the other guy is dead , he bit his tongue . They both had poison pill.”The guard reported Francisco think he can play this game more than me. “Send back their body with a note saying.