Correr O Morir 2 Novels & Stories

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Deep down, he already knew what was in there. He should have reviewed the patrol team's preliminary report immediately, but he was afraid. Chris looked at him for a long, long time—so long that Connor was almost driven mad by Chris' silence and the grief in his eyes. Then, Connor walked into the warehouse. In the days since my death, I had longed countless times for Connor to discover what had happened to me. But now that the moment had finally come, I suddenly felt afraid. A glaring outline of a distorted, incomplete body was drawn in white chalk on the warehouse floor. Vast, dark brown stains had soaked deep into the concrete. That was my blood, dried and re-wet so many times it formed hor

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

A calculated goodbye. He remembered that phone call from earlier. The strange man's voice saying I had died. "Impossible," he whispered to the empty room. But even as he said it, his feet were already moving toward the door. He drove through the city like a madman, running red lights and weaving between cars. The city lights streaked past his windows in blurs of color. He needed to see for himself. He needed to prove this was just another one of my elaborate jokes. It had to be.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

The world had shattered. Light exploded against her retina as she saw her last struggle. The colours bled into one another until there was nothing but screaming red and black. She could hear screams pervading the air-around her, some echoes trailed from people who, in the moments before her, touched on this relic. She could see the chains stretching to infinity, every link carved with runes of pain and betrayal. And at the end of those chains was Gilly.

I looked around to see Sam look at his cousin in horror and then shift and run. "Hell no" I growled and shifted to follow him. As I ran, I spotted Carla getting cornered by two hunters. In a blind rage and ran at them and literally tore through them as I passed. I paused then to check on the others. Lee and Devon were taking down a couple of warriors and I spotted Dean and James working on a few hunters. They were all winning but then I heard an howl that sent ice through my veins.

He doesn’t quit the chase and I fucking cry out as I run. I’m not breathing. I'm dying. I’m having shock running through my bones.

Sounds like a piece of cake but with the metal on both their wrist and ankles it would be like swimming in a quicksand being pulled under and drowned. “How many glasses of wine did you drink?” Yekaterina asked. “Don’t worry, it’s just one…bottle.” Ahrio responded. “Don’t believe them. I saw them finished off two bottles!” Jade whispered to Yekaterina. “They’ll be dead in a few minutes.” Zayden remarked. “I’ll kill them first.” She threatened. Ahrio sent dagger looks to Zayden, “If I die, you’ll die before me.” “Your vocabulary is consisted of only two words: die and kill.” Zayden insulted him.