Death Takes A Holiday Supernatural Mga Nobela at Kwento

Heh- "But there are some shocking news too. Do you know any of his family members?" "They... They are all dead." "Ohh... I'm sorry about that." "What are the shocking news, doctor?" "The... um, his death... we couldn't have done anything at all for him even if there was a chance of him surviving." "What do you mean?" "His internal organs. They are gone." What'd he say? "Gone? To where? How?" "They... I presume they exploded." ...Say what now?!!!

Joe asks before the other one gives him a dirty look. Seeing this, I wonder what the two of them are really after, so I say, “Does it really matter? I know the two of you are up to something. You don’t really want to know how I am going to cut her up from head to toe and when I get my soul back hopefully, I will retire some place secluded.” Hearing this, the two of them glance at each other again and nod before Joe declares, “You will not kill her. She is immortal.”

Thali POV What the hell is happening? "I can still convince myself to believe you, but may I know who is this Driana?" My head was like a buzzling bump. I don't see any affect of a psycho or any seek on Nadjiana. I just don't get what she said! Of course, I believe in ghost, nun, phantom or any scary stuffs. But I don't think being dead was a big deal to Nadjiana. All of people will be gather to death.

**Author's Note: Stranger than Murder is being updated weekly as well. Take a moment to check out that story it has holiday themed chapters as well. I hope you like it. Please coment and vote on what you enjoy the most from My Death Contract as well as Stranger than Murder. Happy New Year's! \(*^*)/ **

The news reached major media channels since the victims were wealthy and influential. The news broke down the Harrison's household and extended family, friends and business partners. Mr. Harrison was a philanthropist so every lives he had touched really cried for his demise. Mary lamented for their death as if they were her parents because they treated her like family when they were alive.

I made my way between the cars towards the back of the building. “You know this is a special night, don’t you?” Wisps of fake fog curled and puffed off the stage as he strutted back and forth. “Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night!

When it shines the brightest like how he once saw it on the mortal world, it will be time to close the curtains. As soon as The Angel of Death feels the presence of the souls, he motioned his hand, letting the cube lift a little higher allowing the lady to see how he fights her friends. Not only that, his time is limited, only a few hours and they will figure out how to break the cube. If that breaks, he has to accept those memories once again. Keisuke waited for them to stand in front of him, he could already see their angry faces. How lovely they express their minds. As soon as they stand at a fair distance from each other, he smiled, showing his teeth.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

“Extract my refusal-to-accept-death. Add it to your toolkit. Make me mortal to designed endings. In exchange, restore my family from fragment-state and employ me as death counselor helping other fragments choose their transitions.” Death Overseer looks surprised, genuinely surprised, that I agreed. “You’re certain?” it asks. “Once I extract stubborn persistence, you’ll face the next designed ending without survival advantage. You’ll die properly when you should. That's a permanent change.” “I’m certain,” I confirm. “Bring my family back. Take my impossible survival in exchange. Make me a normal consciousness that dies correctly.” “Very well,” Death Overseer agrees. And it reaches into my awa