Death Of An Outsider Novels & Stories

Accompanied by the howling wind, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I tried hard to open my eyes but could only see rocks flying past. I smiled, feeling genuinely happy. This was the perfect death I had chosen for myself. A bottomless cliff meant certain death. My body would nourish the earth. And I would never have to see Xander, Oliver, Jacob, or Asher who did not love me, ever again. [Congratulations, Host. You are about to return to your original world.]

Her lifeless eyes were open, staring sightlessly up at him. Conner turned away, fighting to control the nausea roiling in his stomach. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose. The dead man would turn out to be a drug dealer, Conner knew, a low-life whose death would be no great loss to anyone. But the woman was different. She had been killed, her body mutilated, simply because that was how it had been done on a stupid television show. Her death was obscene, an abomination, a cry against everything civilized. Some faceless scriptwriter penned a gruesome incident in a stab for ratings, and an innocent woman had died and been defiled because of it.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

“Mom, Clara is our daughter. You can’t take her away…” Mary looked down at them kneeling at her feet. “There's no need for that,” she said. Her voice wasn’t loud, but every word was unmistakably clear. “Clara is dead, by your hands. For the rest of your lives, you’ll owe her a debt you can never repay.” Linda’s sobs caught in her throat. David opened his mouth, but no words came out. Bella stood in the empty clearing where the fire had died out. At last, she crouched down, buried her face in her knees, and cried silently.

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

He felt it was taking something from him. “Jack! Tim! You need to leave this place!” he cried. But they sat hurdled together without any indication that they had heard him. “Come on! Leave or he will kill you! He’s a mad man, the demon himself!” Still, there was no indication that they could hear him. He sat on the ground this time, dejected. Outside, the darkness slowly settled over the city, blurring out the light. **

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

he muttered under his breath as we went through the red sky and through what I assumed was a portal. I saw Riota again and found out I was no longer with Edwin, but death was still guiding me back to my neighbours house. I saw the people bundling up bodies some crying, one woman was wrapping my body " It was a sad day eh? " Death asked. I nodded as he put me on the ground beside my body . "you'll heal from here onwards, Immortal, I have to say Micheal, you're a lucky one, "

"Oh look, it's Mr. Deaf." Mr. De–? My eyes widened involuntarily as it finally sunk in. And I saw it. I saw my life flashing right in front of me. I saw my own obituary. Isabelle Kimberly Greene, plunged straight to her death when fiance threw her off his private plane. May her soul rest in peace. Ultimate go figure. It's settled. I'm officially dead. Feeling the weight of his glare

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.