Death Invitation Novels & Stories

I opened my chat with Melody. [Melody, there's something you should know. I'm afraid that Zach has lied to you. Before the divorce, we went for a body checkup. I just got the results back today. Zach has most likely contracted HIV.] Melody wrote back furiously in a barrage of messages. [Lucy! Have you gone nuts? How could you curse Zach like this!] [Zach isn't the type of person who sleeps around! You're just jealous of us!]

Beth smirked as she cocked the gun and squinted at me. I'm so scared, I think this is the end of the world for me. "Don't kill me! It's a pity!" I begged Beth but she laughed out loud like a demon. "Goodbye Agatha... just say hello to Don Jose in heaven," he said while holding the gun. "Don't!" I screamed but saw that my chest was covered in blood. While the darkness is slowly engulfing me, I can still see Beth's loud laughter. "My son..." was the last word I said,

"Keep talking, and that'll happen to you too-" "Do you feel any remorse at all?" Alice was talking over Emilia. She knew that she was pushing her luck but her urgency to quit the club had taken over her common sense. "The fact that she died because of your actions." Emilia shoved Alice backwards. It was a small push. But it caught Alice by surprise. She crashed over two chairs and smashed her jaw against the floor. She groaned and onto her knees, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Emilia didn't look upset or horrified. She had a look of forced satisfaction on her face.

But now it seems like all the clues have disappeared. I sat in silence for a while, staring at the dark city outside my office window. The lights below looked like little stars, but they couldn’t brighten the heavy feeling inside me. I picked up my phone and called Ethan. He answered after a few rings. “Sean?” “I spoke to Evelyn,” I said quietly. “She said her father died in an accident on a construction site. No cameras. No witnesses. Nothing strange. Just... an accident.” Ethan didn’t respond right away. I could hear him breathing on the other end.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

I looked at Miguel and rolled my eyes, I mean what could have happened in a couple weeks. "You both have been gone three years, your father agreed reluctantly to punish you for killing the human Jorge, sorry for your three losses," Destiny's voice bellowed around us both, fading as she disappeared. Miguel eyed me curiously and I shuddered as a chill ran up my back. My Death signals were flashing erratically, this wasn't good.

"Don't forget who's standing behind Trista Holmes—Elias Manwaring." He let out a cold, mocking laugh. "When it comes to strategy, all of your brains combined aren't enough to play in Cassian's league. When it comes to dirty work, have you forgotten Alistair's background? And if you want to talk law? With Elias involved, you'll never win a day in court." The hall fell into a graveyard silence. Priscilla made the final call. "The official statement is that Vincent died of a sudden cardiac event triggered by a bloodline defect. Cremation and burial follow tomorrow. As of right now, no one mentions this again."

“What’s this supposed to be hmm?” ‎ ‎“Open it,” he said simply. And I did. It was a medical report, I was shocked with the news I saw, it was one that froze everything for a moment. The document revealed that Sarah Fenric was declared deceased years ago, her name was listed under an unconfirmed hospital report that never made it to official records. But what struck even deeper was Elijah’s late wife, Nina, was never officially declared dead. The report had only been sent privately from the hospital to the family, never reaching the public registry or any legal authority. It was as though someone wanted her death to exist only in whispers… and now, the truth was all standing in this same room

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《E T H A N E V A G A N Z A 》:《29》 《T O K Y O: J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ WINTER ANGEL OF DEATH ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "If you could give your life to someone else, would it be worth living?" Fate asked. "NO!" Vivian shouted and tore away the page. "NO! NO! NO!" She shouted as she tore it into smaller pieces. Her heart began hurting as if it was being stabbed. She cried harder because of the physical and emotional pain she was going through. "You didn't take death seriously, so don't expect more" Fate said as Ethan's name appeared on the following page she had torn "It's a divine cause, you can't just tear it a

he continued, "the eight minute mark is the period in which death flashes before your eyes; when the time is up or eight minutes has passed, you are physically declared deceased. Nothing is able to bring you back, unless in such a case as this, it's a miracle!" "Well I'm glad you think so; I couldn't imagine what I'd do without her," she then whispered, "Brit & Tom would be so angry." The dad nodded at her words. "Hm? Did you say something?" The doctor asked. The mom shook her head and I exited the scene; I've already wasted too much time here, but being in this plane sped time up. I looked at Thanatos and he said nothing, only giving me a knowing nod. I returned to my kingdom and walked int