Novel & Cerita Death Inspires Me Like A Dog Inspires A Rabbit

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

My eyes have now turned silver, and I can feel my hair, which has now changed to silver, growing longer with each passing moment. "Spare no one," Ryan's voice boomed throughout the speaker that was placed on the arena ground. "Shed their blood to the dogs." He yelled out again, and I could feel the happiness in his voice. His words made me remember something, and I hoped with all my heart that it wasn't what I was thinking. However, my assumption was confirmed when I finally got the chance to see them very well.

Three years after my death, my soul was still trapped next to Katrina Cobb. I witnessed how that once vibrant and bright young woman eventually turned into a cripple. She was hunched over, rummaging through a pile of rotting garbage. I floated above her head, looking at her messy, straw-like hair, my heart aching for her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear. "Trina, please, stop picking at the trash. Your hands are all cut…"

But their expressions… it was as if they had seen the dead rise before their very eyes. “EMMETTE???” Abigail stammered, a crack evident in her shaky voice.

“You think I’ve gone off the leash. That I’m circling the drain with a grin and a pistol.” “No,” I said. “I think you’re already at the bottom of it. And you’re digging sideways now.” He chuckled again. “That’s the thing about you, rabbit. You don’t flinch when the monsters turn out to be real. You just sharpen your teeth.” Silence swelled between us like steam in a pipe. The kind that bursts when nobody’s expecting. Then, quietly, like he was asking if I’d seen his shoes: “Still love me, rabbit?”

Then he rolled back on his belly, resting his head on his crossed paws underneath it as if waiting for me to pick up the rabbit. I sighed. "I'm not a dog, you know." When he mentioned that, he somehow looked sad. What is he upset about? About the fact that I'm not like him or because I'm blatantly mocking him? Either way, I'm sorry. "I'm sorry." His head lifted slightly at the apologetic tone I set, tilting his head curiously. "I'm sorry for being mean..." I stopped, glancing at the rabbit. "I can't eat this. I don't eat rabbit."

Lucas' POV Fuck. I enjoy hunting. It's the forth best thing I enjoy doing in the world, ranking closely next to fucking, drinking and cursing. My wolf is a fucking killing machine. He is able to kill almost any fucking moving thing in this fucking world and whenever I ask him to kill, he has to obey my commands and... "I don't want to kill a rabbit. They taste like paper," my wolf said. "It's a fucking rabbit. That she-wolf might throw it into a stew or something. I don't know. Do what you've been fucking told," I grumbled.

It felt so surreal seeing it in person. Alpha Holden of Crimson pack, son of Luna Soyra... "Your mother would be proud," I breathed in heavily as I reminisced about my own family, all lacking proper burial sites. Suddenly, there was a small rustle from the bushes that caught my attention. It was a small white rabbit, curiously venturing closer to us. The rabbit's black eyes were tracking the floor, while its whiskers flickered in the air. Damian curiously raised his eyebrows and looked to me. "What's it doing?"

She was so devastated to see her friend rabbit lifeless and covered in blood. I told her to let go of the rabbit, so we can bury him in the ground, but she refuses to hand him to me. Instead, she held the rabbit tightly while shedding her tears. What happens next surprises me, Aria's body glows so brightly like the ray of sun that almost blinded me. It was too quick like a flash of light and soon after the incident, the rabbit moves as if nothing had happened. She brought the dead rabbit back to life without any complications. Unfortunately, Aria loses all of her strength and passed out .

The fear has been replaced by something else, something I do not have a word for, something that feels like the moment before a door opens and you do not know what is on the other side but you know you are going to walk through it anyway. Two corridors away, in the chapel vault, the candle gutters out. The draft from the open vault door reaches the flame, and the flame bends once, twice, and then it is gone, and the chapel is dark, and the ledger sits in its hidden cavity beneath the granite altar stone, and the pages are still open to the authorization code that will burn the Armenise syndicate to the ground.