Novel & Cerita Death In Paradise

"She died on the observation deck. She was protecting the southern ritual node so Sage could break the connection. She fought until the very end." I felt Kira’s gaze on me, a silent thank you. We had reached a silent agreement in the SUV. The secret of Cassidy’s coercion, the shame of her double life, would die with her. To the world, and to the history books Sage would eventually write, Cassidy would remain the hero who died for her pack.

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

"Or is it peace? No more fighting. No more choosing. No more manipulation. Just existence. Simple. Pure. Eternal. Many would call that paradise." "I call it hell." I back away. Even though there's nowhere to back to. "I chose death to end. To stop. To finish. Not to exist forever in nothing. That's not death. That's immortality without purpose. That's worse than everything I was running from." "Then what do you want?" Death asks. "True ending? Complete erasure? Absolute nothing? I can give you that. I can make you stop existing. Stop being aware. Stop being Aurora. Forever. Permanently. Really and truly dead. Is that what you choose?"

Out on the horizon, the sky slowly started turning pale. Sunrise was coming. "Heidi," I said without looking back, "promise me something." "Anything." "If I die, don't give me a funeral. Scatter my ashes in the ocean. I want... to be free. Go wherever I want." Her voice shook. "Rowan—" "Promise me." "...I promise." I smiled. "Thanks." The countdown hit zero. A notification rang through my mind. [Mission failed. Erasure protocol initiated.] I closed my eyes and waited for the end.

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘

"You did a great job, Kim. I'm so proud of you." After all the mess that happened between us and Madeline, She died because of a shot. Ycson shot her before she shot us. She already did everything but because of her desire and lust for Zach, she didn't noticed that Ycson is behind her and he shoot her immediately. Eros blocked her before she'll pull the trigger. I feel sorry for her but we all know that she deserves that. A lot of lives and soul were lost because of her. This is the end. _____

he begins to say, taking her hand into his and she stares at him realising he already knows and will probably try to talk her out of her plans. "Mycole, I'm not going to do anything wrong." She assures him with sincerity. He nods and kisses her hand, "Good night, Taylor, whatever you do, do not lose your soul in it, friend," he pats her hand before letting it go. He walks a little away from her towards his house then turns around to say. "I thought to tell you, 'cause you don't seem to know this, but Paris died a year ago." She speechlessly stares at him as he walks back into the house unable to find any word to say, he was right, she didn't know that and she wonders what might have triggere

POV: Isla | Parliament steps, then the shelter The Parliamentary tradition for executed vampires is burning, which is framed as respect and which functions as finality, the complete removal of the physical from the situation, and the burning happens within an hour of death, which means that by the time I reach the Parliament steps the burning is done and what remains is the specific grey quality of ash that has been scattered by the afternoon wind and which is settling in the corners of the steps and in the cracks between the stones.