Death Of An Outsider Novels & Stories

It was a chilling and dreadful moment. He committed suicide! Silence screamed all over everyone. Cops ran to the downstairs to pick up the dead body. And there was Avyana. Silence echoes inside her soul. " Death is the last bound of obsession " Author note: Here is the ending of sinful obsession. You guys going to curse me now lol.

Death offers nothing to admire, be it the pale skin of the corpse, the stiff joints, the cloudy eyes, the dilated pupils, the decomposed skin, or the white maggots wriggling around. However, taking someone's life, the process of turning something alive into something dead, stealing that divine power, is what drives people insane. When the final shovel of dirt is thrown, it's as if she has buried the hesitant, wavering human beneath the deep pit. The respectful driver with his hands behind his back stood solemnly waiting for him to enter. Alexandra Dhara, with his hand, expressed her desire to enter first, in a very natural and gentle manner.

The place was very noisy because of the gunshot but I doubted if someone could hear it on the ground because the sound of the bar is much louder than the noise that we are making here upstairs. Every minute past the guards who were shooting at me lesser and lesser until I don't hear sounds anymore so I decided to stand up and look outside if there was still guards left and when I saw there is nothing out there because they got inside to kill me. As I was walking into the room full of a dead person it looks like I am inside of the tomb where there is a lot of dead body. I open the door my partner bartender was standing there outside of the closed door and when he saw me and all of the dead b

He didn’t deserve to have his life cut short by the stress of asthma, and he certainly didn’t deserve to have his memory tarnished by the betrayal currently unfolding in the front row. His death was the catalyst, though. It’s the event that ripped the mask off my marriage. In a twisted way, I’m grateful for this tragedy. It took the end of his life to show me the truth of mine—to show me the absolute scumbag that Deckard truly is. I scan the rows behind the immediate family, looking for a shock of dark hair or a certain presence that I know should be here. Owen Kingston is supposed to be sitting with them. The deceased was his older brother; the blood ties are undeniable. But the seat next t

But I never really left. Death is the perfect alibi. When you’re declared gone, you can finally watch the living without interference, without suspicion. You see who mourns, who forgets, who dares to move on. And I watched them. Every second. Every move. Like a shadow they couldn’t shake off.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

I thought marrying Chester meant finding a safe haven, but it turns out they just wanted to drain me dry. "They swapped my medication, made my condition worse, and even bought a massive life insurance policy for me. They were just waiting for me to die so they could cash in on the payout after all!" By the time I finished speaking, my voice was trembling with anger. My fists were clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Eleanor gently patted my back, trying to comfort me. "There's one more thing," she said after a brief pause. "We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients whil

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

The comments were brutal, saying, "Get lost. You were seriously annoying when you were alive, and now you still won't let go." "Daniel really had terrible luck." "Fine, I will grant you the title of Ms. Devoted." "All three female leads are doing everything they can for that title." As I watched Ophelia die, I felt neither sadness nor joy. It was as though all my emotions disappeared with my death. Soon, Ophelia became one with the mountain. No one knew she had died there. All people knew was that the daughter of the Gill family disappeared after my death. As for Elena, she threw herself into charity work.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.