Death To The Supermodels Novels & Stories

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night." Melody looked like a madwoman. "Later, I found that psychic again," she spat. "He was nothing but a fraud. My parents paid him well, so he pretended to be clever and made up a bunch of rubbish. But I wasn't satisfied. You deserved to die. I got this statue from him. He told me that if I stuffed a person's birth data and hair into it, I could burn that person's life away and make it serve me. So what if I copied your designs, Charlotte? It's a

That very night, I pulled him into my bed. What followed was seven years of marriage. Though I never held another championship title, I gave birth to three children. They inherited not only my supermodel figure but also their father’s extraordinary looks. Wherever I went with the three of them, we gained millions of adoring fans. On my birthday, Jared handed me the registration form for the “Supermodel Showdown”. The competition, held only once every ten years, was the dream of countless models. It was organized by Aeterna, one of the most prestigious luxury fashion houses.

The true goddess of destruction and not to forget. Death. .......The End....

"We will face the challenges together and emerge unscathed." I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I know that I can trust her, that she will stand by me no matter what. And so, I begin to tell her everything that happened at the fashion show a few days ago. “The two models had asthma problems, and their condition deteriorated because of the toxic substance on their gown. They collapsed on the ramp and were rushed to the hospital immediately. They showed signs of improvement, but both of them died suddenly almost at the same time. I suspect foul play about their death.”

Besides, we won't be seeing each other again after Thursday anyway. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What makes you think that?” “Hello, earth to Craig,” she waved her hand in front of his face, “wake up! – Could it be that you didn't realize what was going on today? It should be pretty clear that my career as a 'supermodel' is over.' 'Oh, that's what you're talking about.' He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then pulled her into his arms. "Well, if that's the case, maybe we should use the remaining time wisely."

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

“So long as you return Jane to me, you can set all the conditions for our future partnerships.” Jacob just laughed and snapped, “Partnership? Who would want to work with a murderer? Also, let me tell you something. Your precious girl has gone through six abortions before. Go on Twitter. It’s the most trending tag.” Mark was momentarily stunned. I did not know what was on his mind. Right then, Rachel ran upstairs. “Mark, those people online are spreading rumors about me! You have to stop them!” Mark scowled and clicked on the tag. Practically all the heirs of the huge corporations in Atilla City had gathered together and testified that while Rachel was dating Mark, she was pregnant with their

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."