Death's Obsession Audiobook Novels & Stories

His attitude seemed ridiculous and illogical to me, the more I was relieved to see that Paola came down from the ceiling without making a sound. “So you prefer him?” Ezra was gripping the knife too hard and horror washed over me. I couldn't get any further because I got to a wall and he cornered me. Something told me that my time to die had come. “Of course I prefer him - I would never give him the pleasure of telling him what he wanted to hear.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

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 man who had killed me had ensured my silence, and I knew that I had to maintain the facade, no matter how desperate I was to confide in Raphael. As the night wore on, I found myself grappling with a strange, morbid fascination with my newfound state. Being dead was a surreal experience, and yet, I couldn't deny the thrill of possessing dark, otherworldly power. It was a twisted, alluring sensation, one that I knew I should fear, but couldn't help feeling drawn to.

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My fingers tighten on the glass, and for a second, I really do think it might shatter in my hand. Chase notices, and he leans forwar,d his palm settling over mine. His thumb strokes mine once, grounding me. “You don’t have to do this,” he murmurs. “I can listen, give you the rundown later.” I shake my head too quickly. “No. I need to hear it.” Then, forcing out a laugh that sounds foreign even to me, I add. “I mean—how many people get to listen to a podcast about their own death? This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

Nyra and Selene turned to leave, shoulders touching in unity, but a soft rustle made them pause. Ember opened her silver-eyed gaze ;, she smiled sleepily, then closed her lids. Ashen shifted, her obsidian eyes fluttered open, just a slit. Nyra froze, her breath caught. Ashen sat up, small hand reaching toward the window’s last golden glow. She whispered, voice faint but chilling : “Mother…” Selene spun, Nyra’s heart thundered. Ashen’s lips curved in that same terrible smile. Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.”

EPISODE 8 – THE ALPHA BROTHERS Even though I had fully accepted that I was going to die, I still couldn’t stop my body from trembling. It was an automatic reaction, one I couldn’t control, no matter how much my mind tried to dismiss it. I had come to terms with death but there was something deeply unsettling about hearing it spoken aloud. To actually hear those immortal men casually discussing how I would be killed and what kind of death awaited me… it was far more terrifying than I expected.