Death's Obsession Audiobook Novels & Stories

Jade says to me. “I thought Tonya was pulling all of the strings,” I say to her. “Tonya probably thinks so too, but I am telling you that girl becomes obsessed with a man, and then he just disappears when he tries to break it off with her,” Jade says. “You mean like dead, I could have ended up dead?” I ask her. “Yeah, you could have ended up dead. She may kill Tonya before this is over if she feels betrayed,” Jade says. “This is all a little too much,” I say to her.

Only one. Death Death is painful yet straightforward. By beheading, or a Darkling consumes them from within their soulless bodies. Once complete, they will turn to the ash from their birthright grounds. “How strange, yet sad,” I think while strumming my finger across the edge of the page. I sit and wonder how those women caused so much destruction and how so many loved them. The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “... Sam! I bet this had to do with him!” I say his name an octave too loud.

My voice was shaky, faint and raspy. He looked concerned. "What…" Darkness overshadowed my sight. I turned deaf, feeling like I was weightless. Was this death? *** (Are you enjoying it? Don't forget to leave a comment/review!)

Where there was nothing but darkness. Rachel P. O. V. I felt like I was floating in the air. What happened??? Am I dead ??? So many questions were running through the answer to any one of them... Maybe I am dead that's why I feel at peace, why can't I open my eyes and see anything except for darkness ??? Maybe that's what death feels like !!! When finally I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness... I was not even able to see myself... “Please help me, somebody !!!”

During my last few seconds of consciousness, I hear a deep voice that sends chills up my spine. “You cannot run forever. She must die”

“And power attracts challenge.” The newborn god looks genuinely unsettled. “This is earlier than I predicted.” “You predicted this?” I snap. “I predicted dissent. Not this quickly.” The voices grow louder. Not chaotic. Organized. Focused. Against me. The crown pulses harder. Feeding on conflict now. “Revoke the decree,” Death says calmly. “No.” “Then prepare.” “For what?” “For open opposition.” I clench my fists. “I will not be overthrown by fear.” “It is not fear,” Death replies. “It is resistance.”

It became deeper, colder. “Is this the price of how we raised you? What a disappointment…” One step. Then everything went dark. Her mother disappeared first. Then her father. “No… wait!” She stretched her hand into the void, but she couldn’t grasp anything. The ground beneath her began to collapse. Distant sounds, incomprehensible whispers filled the space around her. “You’re always late…” “Weak…” “You won’t protect anyone…” “Iris…” She covered her ears. “Shut up!”

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

My gaze curiously followed his, eager to find out the object of his undivided attention, only to suddenly find myself looking at the only couple of this house, immersed in what appeared to be a some kind of sparring session, for the millionth time awestruck by Death’s actions towards that single being as he so deeply stared at her, seemingly mesmerized by that specific smile, ever so gently gripping her delicate wrists in his large palms, moments before he swiftly pulled her body closer to his, giving her such a sweet and caring kiss on the forehead, feeling my own eyes fill with unshed tears after witnessing such heart-touching moment. “That deep longing...The excruciating pain...” My breat

Apparently, they found a gunshot wound to her stomach which means that definitely, her death is a murder case and one way or another, this misfortune was gonna involve me since I owned the place where she was found dead, I happened to be her boss and coincidentally, a fire started on the exact same night that her body is found. This had to be the worst day of my life and at this point, I can slowly feel myself losing my mind and at the same time, my sense of reasoning. Everything around me looked dark and felt gloomy. It's like I'm only going to keep experiencing the most horrible things in life and I highly doubt I deserve it since I've never done anything to hurt anyone, ever. "Babe, are y