Death Invitation Novels & Stories

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

He gestured to the four masked men who aimed their pistol at Massimo. "Mass....Vincent is in!" Hyacinth muttered. "Don't worry, he can't do a thing" he assured. "Then why is he here?" She asked. "The deal ends today because Godmother is dead!" Alejandro winked and Massimo gasped. "What! How?" He asked curiously. "I freaking killed, she's taking a whole lot of time.." he paused and faced somewhere else. "Who still stays alive at 85!!!" He grinned evily as he faced Massimo.

She cried out. Uncle Luke knelt over the boy and saw the blood flowing from underneath his head. He could see Elijah's head hit the flower pot. It was broken in half and had blood stains. He looked up at Nera in horror. He checked for a pause but could not feel one. He quickly dialed 911 as he looked at Frank, who had his hands over his head. The paramedics arrived in time, and Elijah was pronounced dead at the scene while Frank was cuffed and arrested for murder.

She was overjoyed that Clara was back in the land of the living, but she couldn't deny that she didn't want Damian to die. She could no longer hear his thoughts. He was gone forever. "Where is Damian?" Clara asked, a smile on her face, but their sad expressions and shaking heads revealed the truth. Clara turned to the other side of the bed to see Vivian weeping over a pile of ashes, and she knew what that meant. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Damian... Father," she wept. Even the sky wept for the Great Hybrid, also known as Death. A deluge fell upon the earth, as a great and powerful being had departed from the world.

Reina asked as we crossed the street. My forehead creased. “Huh?” She pointed something and I look straight at it. “Tesla,” I whispered. “Exactly! The Tesla which almost hit you! And what that damn thing doing in front of our dorm?” she exclaimed. Don’t tell me… My hunch was confirmed when the driver’s window opens. “Linus?!” Reina shouted. He then went out of the car and took off his aviator. Why do life full of surprises? Why do we always encounter unexpected things? Is this how fate works?

Elisa entered through the revolving door as if passing through a veil. At the reception desk, she rested her trembling hands on the counter. “I got a call... about my parents.” The receptionist just stared at her. That look. That damn look of pity. Soon after, a doctor appeared. Young. Eyes downcast. Neutral voice. “Ma'am... we're so sorry. They... didn't make it.” Elisa blinked. She didn't break down. She didn't cry. She just asked: “What did they die of?” “An accident. The truck overturned. There were no witnesses. But... we would like to request permission for an autopsy.”

"Your invitation was... intriguing, Ms. Volkov, but somewhat vague." Mira's lips curve into what might charitably be called a smile, though it conveys no warmth. "Damien always said you were direct to the point of rudeness, Maxwell." She observes how the name lands—a pebble dropped into still water, ripples of reaction spreading across each man's face. Recognition. Wariness. Fear. "Damien Vance is dead," Senator Holloway says, his southern drawl more pronounced than usual, a tell of his nervousness. "A tragic suicide, as I recall."

It wasn't a liquidation order, and it wasn't a compliance brief from Sophia Lang. It was an automated death certificate, finalized by the London metropolitan forensic desk ten minutes prior. The name on the digital registry was *Victor Hawthorne*, and the cause of death was listed as an acute, untraceable toxin detected during his morning transport from the Carlton Club. Before Elias could process the sudden, violent decapitation of his dynasty, a secondary window popped open on the screen, revealing a pre-recorded video file. The image rendered smoothly, showing Rafe Morale Blackwood sitting inside the darkened interior of an unmarked sedan, a sleek silver briefcase resting on his knees.

"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."

"I'm taking my brother home." The comments began popping up again. "Am I the only one who thinks Daniel's life has been tragic? Even if the three female leads love him, the damage they caused is real." "I agree. Their attempts to make up for it came way too late." "What more do you want? The female leads already love him a lot!" I watched Elena and the others coldly. Then I heard the system's voice. "Host detected as deceased. Do you wish to be transported back to your own world?"