Novel & Cerita Dead Eyes Anime

As soon as the door closed, Leah sat on the bed, and the smile on her lips instantly disappeared. She turned her head and looked at the childish yet heartwarming anime on her computer, her eyes somewhat vacant. Everything in front of her seemed to lose focus, and the screen's images began to blur. In her mind's eye, she saw a distorted, pale, and anguished face, screaming at her with hoarse rage. Why don't you just die! Go die! You deserve to die! Die! ... The following morning. Diana was lying in bed, with her head covered, fast asleep.

Third-person POV Meanwhile, in the ward, Vincenzo sat on the edge of the bed. His hand was clenched tightly in Sofia's grip. She had just let a few fake tears fall, then snuggled closer. "Vincenzo, I'm still a little scared. Can you stay with me a bit longer?" He patted her hand half-heartedly, but his gaze kept drifting toward the window. His mind was consumed by the look of utter despair in Ella's eyes as his men dragged her away.

Kei stubbornly responded. Serena just gave him a mysterious smile, the. afterwards, she slowly closes her eyes. "I'm so tired, sweetheart. I want to take a rest now." she said, almost in a whisper. "Alright. Get some rest." Kei whispers back to Serena. He planted a tender kiss on her forehead and watched her fall asleep... =============================== Later that evening. Kei feels like dying as he watches the doctor and the nurse trying to revive Serena. They have been trying to save her for a few minutes, but they can still hear the long beep from the machine.

There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly. My mouth hung open at the spectacle. It was even worse than what I imagined Dante's Inferno to be. I must have not made it. I didn't even remember dying. I didn't even remember being in pain. My mouth worked at the word, until it came out in a hoarse whisper. "Hell." Someone released my arms. I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. "Yes," Remi said at my elbow. "Am I dead?" He reached out and turned my face towards him with one hand. He forced me to make eye contact with him. Seeing his face pulled me out of my shock a little. That deep set anger started to flare up.

Just then, Nathan pushed open the door. I lightly shook my head. Then, I glanced past Nathan like he was a stranger and looked back at Luke. "It seems I've forgotten a few unimportant people, but I still remember every happy moment with you." The doctor Nathan brought also gave a diagnosis. He said, "If the same kind of impact doesn't bring her memory back, the amnesia may be permanent." Upon hearing that, Nathan collapsed to the floor and didn't dare step into the room again. … After an investigation, it was revealed that Lily had ordered someone to kill me.

He hisses as I bite his lip hard, and lick at the blood that beads from his lip. We lie next to one another, content and sated. I shut my eyes and rest next to my mate. His fingers comb through my hair. His lips pay homage to my skin. I let my mind slip into a deep sleep. When I open my eyes, I'm in the Plane of the Dead. Except there are no spirit guides. No Iphigenia waiting for me. No Hekate. The sky is bloodred and the horizon is dark and hazy as always, but no one is there.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

I had no more time. IN SWEET LIBERTY’S BAR... Laura's p.o.v. I was looking everywhere. I knew how the stupid bastard Richard Valentino looked like. Another handsome scoundrel. A killer. And then I saw him. High. Muscular. Handsome man. A killer. He had tar-dark hair, which must have driven the girls crazy. But not me. His coal-black eyes looked at the bartender and told him something. 2 minutes later they brought him his order: Gin and Dubbonet. Specifically, served with a slice of lemon, two ice cubes and every last pip taken out.

The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her. “No.” Her voice was weaker this time. Still, she could not bring herself to killing a man that had done nothing to him. You just have to think it. What? Think it. Wish him dead. Make it happen. The voice snaked all the way into her mind, caressing it. Slowly, she was getting overpowered by whatever it was the statue was doing to her. She could not fight something that could speak in her mind, something that could, perhaps, control her mind.

‘Beeep----‘ ‘Loading Host 000000099 new system’ Ding! Completed… Ding! Successful Operation… Especially when she looked down at the dead monsters on her feet, she would occasionally smile and a hint of redness will appear at the black iris of her eyes, a little crack was made to that delicate and pretty face that could shake an entire world. Her voice was so sweet but when faced with that eyes, it sounded so creepy like the little girl who opened the tightly closed door of the tunnel was the grim reaper of death as she said,