Death On The Nile Novels & Stories

"What happened to his plan?" "They were ambushed by the rebel group and Nile was right, they were being aided by the hunters. By the time we found them, they were outside the hideout of the rebels, and half of them were already dead. We successfully killed those who fought and refused to surrender, while we apprehended those who did. I don't know what happened and it seems like neither do any of them. But it seems to me like Travis was fooled. How about from your side?"

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

“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

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

I pitched forward into the abyss. There was a splash. A loud, dramatic break in the water. Then silence. The cold gripped me first. The Nile was black as oil and just as thick. It wrapped around me instantly, swallowing the heat of the night in a single breath. The girl nearest me screamed. “Tariq! Tariq fell overboard! Stop the boat!” Her voice pierced the night like a knife. I sank just long enough to let the panic rise above me. Muffled voices, footsteps scrambling, shouting in Arabic mixed with English. Orders and orchestrated chaos.

If Lily had not died, the Thompson family’s wealth might have ended up as her possession a long time ago. “How could I actually love Joshua? I grew up with him since I was a baby. I got sick of him a long time ago.” Lily’s mocking laughter seemed to crawl out of the passage of time to serve as a huge wake-up call for Joshua. He burned all of her belongings and only took along an album containing all of his photos with Rain. Two hours before he boarded the plane, Joshua went to Rain’s apartment on impulse, but he did not go up. Considering the current situation, he simply did not have the guts to face her.

He stares at her like he has never seen her before, his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out. “What is this?” His voice cracks on the words, raw and broken. “Natasha, what are you doing?” She laughs, a low, cold sound that echoes off the wooden walls. “Natasha is dead. She died of pneumonia in that lab three years after the Tribunal took her. Same as your little sister Lila. Her lungs were too weak, the doctors did not bother to treat her. They dumped her body in the same river as the rest of the disposable captives.”

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie