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She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

"I told you not to bother me during my personal time." "Alpha!" The doctor’s voice on the other end was shaking, on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, but this… this is too important!" "Spit it out," Killian commanded. "Before we incinerated the body… we did one last DNA comparison… It's standard hospital procedure for all unidentified remains…" "Get to the point!" "It's… it's her! It's Selena!" the doctor practically screamed. "The body is Selena Reynolds! She didn't run away with anyone! She's dead! She's been dead for three years!"

My death would already devastate her. I didn't want her to see me in this state, but I no longer had a physical body. All I could do was watch helplessly as the butler made the call. Soon, accompanied by the screech of brakes, Sarah stumbled into the room. I watched as her face filled with terror. "Melinda! My dear Melinda!" She cried out and rushed toward me. However, I was already a cold corpse. All I could do was watch as she collapsed beside me, her trembling hands reaching out to touch my disfigured face.

He begged as I turned and faced him again. "I don't give second chances." His cries were muffled by the blade entering his throat. Blood poured from his mouth as he choked on it, the life fading from his eyes as he slowly drowned in his own blood. I wiped the blade clean, placing it back on the table. I cleaned off my hands and fixed my sleeves. "Clean up this mess and make sure to send Ted's head to his wife. Remind her that just because he is dead, his debt doesn't just disappear."

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

Sophia said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Helen looked up, a smile on her face, but it faltered as she took in Sophia’s somber expression. “What’s wrong, Sophia?” Helen asked, her voice laced with concern. Sophia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words she was about to say. “It’s Sage Henri,” she said, her voice cracking. “He’s…he’s dead. Steve has managed to take another one from us” “That’s quite unfortunate,” Helen said, her voice tinged with sadness. “Has he been buried?”

[Host has suffered catastrophic injustice: deprivation of dignity and theft of achievement. [Current unfairness count: 3/3.] [Judgment confirmed. Death program initiating.] [Brain-death countdown: 10 minutes.]

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an