Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

“M-Mom is that Uncle Achilles!?” My eyes suddenly shifted to the television, it was a flash report that suddenly came in. I could hear my heart start beating so fast. “The suspect in the killings of 1023 people has turned himself in, Ares Coleman. Last week he was reported dead along with Achilles Coleman, due to an accident, when they fell into the cliff and the car exploded with the impact.”

Now, the fourth rule in the contract makes sense. "Age: 19 y-year old." All the sins he committed I see as if it were my memory. From being a bitch daughter to a party girl, a drug user and a murderer. Damn this is too much! "Cause of death: Karmic Death." I almost fell because of that, fortunately, someone supported me. When I looked at it. It was Saint, the badass grim reaper is here. "Tss! Stop cursing me, continue that. Otherwise, she will escape and add to the list of Lost Souls." I did not even understand what she was saying but I continued. It has to end because my head will surely explode if not.

"You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?" I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore." At that, both of my parents burst out laughing. "She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked. I nodded. "More or less." Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

He had never stood trial for the crime of driving under the influence that led to his involvement in a fatal car accident in which he had caused the death of another through vehicular manslaughter; this investigation, however, was terminated when his dead body was found the bush the truck crashed into days later, the truck got up in flame, his body was never recognized. I screwed up my face too, feeling sure there was the rest of the story. Holt had hanged himself, but the circumstances could not be taken at face value; the man had been killed. Still, seeing his name mentioned over and over in connection with Varya’s family, I could not help but suspect that there was some deception going on

Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff. But my gut said nah. So I checked his bank records. Boom. Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more. My chest tightened. He was cheating. I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke. Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me. I met Derrick when I was seventeen. My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

He realized he'd lost the person who'd carried him for years. He bet on the wrong girl. Now he had nothing. I typed one last reply. [Your regret means nothing now. Make your payments on time.] Then I blocked the number. No hesitation. I erased him from my life for good. The next morning, I packed my bags to leave the city. Then a local news alert popped up. [BREAKING: Local startup ViviTech has collapsed. CEO Vivian Shultz was detained for questioning over suspected embezzlement and illegal fundraising. Other finance staff tied to the case are also under investigation.]

Ace said. "But sir, his condition?" His PA said. "A cheater like him deserves to die in a painful way. Because of him, many workers lost their lives" Ace said. His assistant nodded then left from there... End Flashback Ace was looking blankly at the file. He opened the letter to read again. "Sir,

“I thought it was just troubles about her daughter having cancer. But now that I see you, one thing became clear: Melissa was struggling with a cheating husband too.” My mouth falls open. “Did she say that?” “No,” the woman says innocently. “She didn’t have to. Everyone at work watched her struggle every single day. Alone. I heard she also died that way. Alone. Unwanted. Betrayed.” “That’s not it at all.” My throat feels tight. “I tried to be there for her—” “Oh, don’t worry, there’s no use worrying about all of it now,” she interjects, her tone shifting to something more cheerful. “I’m sure you did your best. Sometimes our best just isn’t enough. I’m sure Melissa is in a better place now.”

In truth, we might not have been able to get together in the end, even without you entering the picture. "However, I simply can't tear myself away from him. By the time you read this letter, I will already be dead, and it's Niall who would have killed me. Since there's no way for me to be together with him in life, then it's not so bad to die and meet him in hell instead." Niall killed Chelsea, and Chelsea had somehow predicted her own death? Had she planned her own death then? And why would Niall be willing to bear the crime of being a murderer?

But what right do I have to be so judgemental? This is my life at stake, though. If we were to mark each other and he were to cheat on me; I would die from excruciating pain. A mate cheating on their predestined partner is fatal to the other. Intense agony, similar to being scorched alive. I’ve seen that happen first hand a couple of months ago, when my best friend died, because her soulmate had an affair with his old girlfriend. One minute we were shopping and the next she was screaming and writhing on the ground, scratching at her skin and clutching her heart. I have alpha blood, so I could live through something like that. But I would prefer to be without a significant other than worry ab