Novel & Cerita Dead Rengoku

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

« We really got caught in the previous Grande’s game. And it will be still ongoing until I don’t know when. Even death can’t be an escape for us. Did you meet Rengoku again ? » « Yeah, he is a werewolf. I tried to break my bond with him, but still, we met again. I don’t know what to do… I’ve never signed for this. I am sorry, I dragged you all into this whole mess. » And for the rest of the day, I cried; all the emotions that I’ve been repressing for this whole time resurfaced. « You say this every time we meet again. You remember we are all in this. So gotta search for the others to change the situation of the world. »

Jack goes rigid, his chest hollowing as the words echo through the air. Dead. The Alpha King?

appalling. Ren's skin tone went from a bronze color to pure ash white. The veins in his body could be seen pulsating. Outline with a black glow. The worst were the lack of eyes. Both of the eyeballs had dried up an disappeared from sight. "Death will come for us. No matter what we do." Ren spoke softly. The others could not see him or hear him for that matter. "Jackson.. never forget to enjoy your life. And make sure you can always live with your choices."

“Only barely. Your spirit is very faint. But I noticed you and can communicate with you because I, Rigelus Prime, have the unique ability to communicate with the departed.” “The departed?! Oh no! That means I am really dead,” Ecto thought out loud and almost started biting his nails as a very human reaction. “Katey is going to kill me…” “Fret not. Every one of us dies at one point. But here in Dungeon Raydens, we have the ability to respawn.” “Respawn?!” Ecto had been feeling like a parrot repeating almost everything Rigelius Prime was saying. But that last word caused his hyper-petascale supercomputer of a brain to fire synapses every which way.

"A mortal core doesn't just reboot like a toy. It takes time for the gears to catch the grease again. Stop shaking the body. You've done what you needed to do. Now you must wait." "I can't just sit here!" I yelled at him in my head, the tears starting to blur my vision all over again, hot and heavy. My hands were still on Ronan's face, desperate for any sign of warmth, any flicker of life beneath the cold surface. "He looks dead, Daekan! He looks exactly like…" I couldn't finish the sentence. The words stuck in my throat, too terrible to speak aloud. "Zane..." I choked on my own breath. I blinked hard, the tears spilling down my cheeks in hot streams, and looked closer at his skin. My heart

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

’ He asks. ‘One thing at a time Renz. Rebel needs the pack doctor. Let everyone know she is back in my arms and Kaden is dead.’

His hair was matted and dry, and a sour smell drifted from it. I felt my breath hitching as soon as I looked at the man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet unmistakably tinged with a familiar, obsessive intensity. It turned out that the man was none other than Zachary. I remained motionless, my mind emptied of all thought. That face—which had represented longing, then loathing—was now just a picture of utter decline. His eyes were deeply hollowed, his cheekbones were prominent, and his skin barely clung to the structure beneath.