Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

Chase looked at Chester when he heard this. “If you promise to let us go, I’ll tell you everything. The truth is…” Chester was still kneeling on the ground, and he crawled toward Chase as he said this. However, he suddenly stopped moving and fell dead! Callum was filled with sorrow as he watched his younger brother die.

"So don't get yourself involved because of it" Hearing this, Arthur looked at him and said, "I know they are not the same person, but that girl seems very suspicious to me. Every time she saw me, she called me a cheater. Every time she said in confidence that I cheated on my wife and had an affair with my wife's sister. She blames me for my wife's death. She said that my wife didn't die in an accident. I killed her with my own hands." Arthur said seriously but Christian could notice the regret and helplessness on his face.

“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.”

The folder included old photos of the three of them together, laughing and happy, before everything fell apart. And then, the final shock: Cheyenne was found dead in her own apartment. Officially, her death was ruled a suicide, but Masato had another theory. The file contained a letter written by Masato, dated weeks after Cheyenne’s death. In it, he claimed to believe that Thomas was responsible, since the two had had a huge argument shortly before she was found dead. I remembered the information both had given me about her, all vague and accusatory. Neither really owned up to what they had with her—whether they were lovers, partners, or friends. But it was obvious that she had profoundly ma

Cassian Reed - Journalist (DECEASED). "Cassian Reed," Kara whispered. "We... we killed him." She scrolled down. There were hundreds of names. "This isn't a game," she gasped. "Oh my god, it's a hit li—" Suddenly, her screen glitched. Red pixels ate the text. The names scrambled into garbage characters. ERROR: FILE CORRUPTED. SYSTEM: Anti-Cheat Protocol Detected. Unauthorized Data Deleted. "No!" Kara screamed, hitting her keyboard. "No, no, no! I had it! I saw it!"

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.]