Death By Meeting Novels & Stories

Your father called the meeting, Maya. I looked at the image. At Edwin Hargrove, seated, watchful, in a room with two men whose families were now woven through every dimension of my life. He had called the meeting He had brought the evidence. And two days later he had died of a cardiac event with clean documentation and a credentialed attending physician. My phone buzzed again One final message from Carter. There is someone else who was at that meeting. The legal memo references four parties present, not three. The fourth person's identity was redacted in every source I've found.

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

Mercy “Hey you” I said walking towards Monica in our favorite coffee shop, it's a small unpopular cozy shop, it's where we meet for catching up, and offloading, and the people here are friendly most of the are aged, it’s been three days since Devin's mother and Glenda visited my apartment, and since then I haven’t heard anything from them, including Devin I hardly see him at work, that improved my mood a lot, at least they know their place.

He stated coldly before walking inside acquainting himself to the large crowd of Vampires that had all taken seats. He walked to the Altar which looked like it was going to crumble owing to the fallen woods and big bells hanging above his head. "Many of you know why I called this meeting. To make it simple,Dahlia is dead and so is her comrades." Eli started with a stern face. "There's also a possibility that Nicodemus has risen back to life..." He stopped when the rising tension and murmurs filled the building. "We have to prepare and be at alert cause we know not what might befall us." He finished.

It’s been a month since Grace’s death and it was the day of her funeral. Her death had come as a shock to everyone, including Jamie. It had been more shocking and unbelievable for him as he’d been with the woman the morning before she died. Yet, no one knew. It was only him, Sylvia and her personal bodyguard, Henry that were aware of the meeting but Henry had also lost his life in the accident that claimed her life.

I said, and Jace frowned as he looked worriedly at me. “Listening for what?” Jace asked, as Adara took a cloth, and started cleaning the blood from Kiran’s face. “I’ve met someone and we like to spend time in different realms. I’ll give you a name when it’s time for someone to die and you’ll go take them for me,” Death said, and I looked at him. It was Chrissie all over again and I shuddered. “What?” “That’s the deal,” he said, and I looked at him in disgust.

He grabbed his phone and slipped it into his pocket before starting for the limo. "We're going to have a meeting with the council about what we just witnessed and go from there. We're going to give him blood to revive this- this thing. We're going to arrest his maker and he'll be given a new one." I relaxed a little and nodded. "Okay," I mumbled and then sighed. My death day has turned into a council meeting... my fifth one at that. I looked towards the corpse and frowned as I got into the limo with it and sat it aside. At least a fledgling is going to be rescued from this hopefully. If my death day had to be turned into a council meeting, at least it's one for a noble purpose and not the no

he reported. I growled at him. "You don't have any right to say that! She is not dead. I can feel it! You have to find her. I don't mind if she is dead; I want her bone in front of me!" "At your service, Lord," he complied as he immediately rushed away. Marcus sighed and nodded. "The meeting would be held in 5 minutes. Let's go." **** As they all stared at me, I knew what today's meeting was all about. The same thing they had always talked about, every day and night.