Death Of An Outsider นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

she whispered to me with her purple lips wriggling and then fell straight into the heap of muddy snow right in front of me. Standing there, I could clearly sense her vitality was fading away. She would be dead within half an hour unless she could get proper medical help immediately. Yet, I just stood there, beside her, watching, not even hesitating. I was watching and waiting, for her death, I guess. Because I was too bored that night and because I always do nothing. I was the outsider of the world and had always been. I wanted nothing to do with anyone in it, humans or not humans.

I'd gotten steadily weaker throughout the past half year, so there was no way I could break down the door. Jax was coughing in my embrace, and I'd never felt more helpless than I did now. "Help! Somebody, help!" I shouted in despair. Just then, Mia's voice came from the outside. "Don't bother shouting. I moved all the guards in this area away." My arms trembled as I held Jax. Mia continued smugly, "You're such a bitch! Since your own mate's dead, you're now trying to seduce Liam! Don't think that Liam will come to you now just because Theo's dead."

They had played audience to my humiliation, covering the exits, turning up the music, while my husband enacted his infidelity in the very next room. I moved. I did not remember telling my legs to move, but suddenly I was outside, the New York rain falling in sheets like gray silk, soaking through my coat, plastering my hair to my cheeks. I walked through it, unseeing, unfeeling, a ghost haunting my own corpse. The city blurred. I found myself at the pier, at the warehouse with the green door—L'Ultimo Affare. The undertaker took one look at my face, my rain-drenched disarray, and said nothing. He simply held out the pen.

Alex immediately gave a call to Zachary and told him that the two men who had died downtown in Alaska before were worshippers of the Blood Cult. “What?!” Zachary was obviously surprised, and then he said, “Oh god, why didn’t you say so earlier? Those two bodies have already been cremated!” “Wasn’t there one still alive? The one in gray clothes,” Alex said. He was referring to the Gold and Silver Ghost’s helper, who he had kicked. Back then, the helper hadn’t died yet. However, Zachary said, “That guy is also dead.” Alex found it to be strange. “Impossible, I only kicked him. At most, he’d have suffered some internal injuries, but not so serious to the point that he would die.”

He finally says and I felt like a bomb had just been dropped at my feet. “What do you mean dead?” I ask in a low voice. “His body was found this morning in his car on the outskirts of the city close to the dam.” he began explaining “There was no sign of strangling or struggling which could mean that he died a natural death.” “A natural death? Get his body for an autopsy, his death isn’t natural in any form!” I commanded before clicking the line dead. I fell to the chair by the side of Aurora’s hospital and I felt my heart break in despair. Not only could I not protect her but I couldn’t avenge for her pain. I felt utterly useless like a failure.