Death To The Supermodels Novels & Stories

Her tongue was outside, it was already stiff. The forensics said she has been dead for the past two hours. Her body was covered and moved to an ambulance with a stretcher while the police took all the evidence like the chain, bullet and pictures were taken also. Not too long after her death was announced, Her manager's death was also announced. His death was not as brutal as Zendaya's own. The modeling industry was thrown into confusion as different blogs, broadcasting stations and internet warriors were carrying different news with different evidence. Joan's voice recording came up, it was the recording of her yelling in the plane about her getting replaced with a model for the America cele

But when she pressed play, her heart stopped and every bone in her body froze, “Breaking News! Zoe Smith, Super Model and rumored fiance to Ethan Sinclair was found dead on the 10th of September, 2024. Sources say she was murdered in cold blood. The police..” Rose’s hand was shaking as she dropped the phone on the floor.

Sarah is so soft-spoken that her swearing is definitely a new one. “Are you okay?” I ask her. Sarah nods, though she turns her head away from me. “I’m fine. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” “Who is Chloe?” I ask because clearly, I have no tact at all. “Chloe was my little sister.” She says, crawling off the bed and fixing her clothes. “They killed her when I was eighteen. It was four years ago.” “You came from a ruined pack, too?” I ask. “Yes. Alpha Jonathon killed her while Alpha James stood there looking horror-struck.”

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

Her waist was extremely slender. Had this woman lost too much weight because of extreme beauty standards? If not, then she probably had a severe illness. After all, Olivia was also very skinny back when she had chemo. A normal person didn't have to lose as much weight as celebrities did just to make themselves look smaller on screen. As the woman leaned in Olivia's arms, Olivia pushed the woman's strands of hair away. She saw the woman's pale skin and thin neck, and she could see every vein under the woman's skin.

Yup, she was annoyed. “No, sorry. I was reading an email.” The email that I had just received was from the councilmen. Alpha Isaac died last night and it was reported that it was from natural causes. Bullshit! I know Jared had something to do with it. I was typing a response when she was talking to me.

She was going to die, going to plummet and splat into the ground like a pancake, without ever making a difference. Shit! Panic set in as the ground shot closer towards her. That idiot Ambrose! Dropped her to her damn death after all the work she put in to pass the tests, to fight Icran, to save Aynyra. Rhae felt a burning sensation in her gut. A fire building inside her.

Serena prepared a bathtub full of hot water for me and told me to soak. I lay in the tub, quietly thinking over everything that had happened these past few days. Just then, several lines of floating comments appeared in front of me like a live chat feed. [Handsome, you’d better pace yourself. Your three goddesses seem to have discovered each other.] [Be careful. Don’t let them fully confirm it, or you’re going to get squeezed dry.] [They’re all major bosses. You know there’s no good ending if you offend them.] I stared at the floating comments, completely dumbfounded.