Cú Chulainn Death Novels & Stories

“Poor thing. She finally made it to sixteen, and still didn’t survive…” Mary raised her head and looked at her. “It’s not Bella,” she said. “It’s Clara.” Ms. Hill froze. The expression on her face shifted from pity to shock, and then to something else. Her voice rose, loud enough for the whole yard to hear. “Clara is dead? Wasn’t it Bella who was supposed to be taken?” No one answered her. She stood there, holding a fur bag. Her mouth moved faster than her thoughts as she muttered, “This… the one who should die didn’t, and the one who shouldn’t did…”

Evan bent down and took her earrings off, saying, "I made these earrings myself. They're one-of-a-kind, and they belong to no one but Lyra. You're not worthy of them." Those words made Carmen glare at Evan before she took her final breath and died. It was also then that I found out Evan had made those earrings himself. That explained why he could tell that Carmen had lied the other day. Covered in blood, Evan kneeled on the floor, but he didn't let go of the scalpel. Sensing that something was off about Evan, I prayed he wouldn't do anything foolish. Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart.

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."