Deathly Synonym Novelas e Histórias

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

Dark and deadly, haunting me with one thing in mind. He's going to kill me.

She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white. Her face went deathly pale, and she stumbled back. The death certificate slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. "No… No, it's impossible. Queenie can't be dead. How could she be dead? Xavier, what kind of nanny did you hire to watch her?"

"If anyone asks... tell them the surgery failed. Tell them I died on the table." I have lived through this nightmare twice. In this life, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with Julian. The nurse nodded solemnly. "Consider it done."

“Harley told me I had to watch out for Alex. Where’s Alex?” “Ah, my big brother,” Alexis sighed dramatically. “Did he tell you that before you slit his throat or after? Actually, don’t answer that. All these years you thought it was Harley after you?” Her laugh tinkled around the room, eerie and ominous. “My big brother thought that Joel’s death wasn’t worth avenging, that perhaps it was simply a consequence of his own actions-” The growl left his throat before he could stop it. “Like raping my mother.”

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

A child who obeys the commandments and will not turn a deaf ear to the commands of his/her parents. "Those sinners who killed, murdered or whatsoever was destined to have karmic death," then this time it hit me. My father dies because of the karmic fate of one of them. One of Albus and Hailey. "You got it right!" I immediately looked up at him. He seems to be reading my mind again. His face is serious, not mocking nor grinning. For some unknown reason, anger welled up inside me. That explains why I don't see a grim reaper behind my father because he wasn't destiny to die. It is their fault.

She’d never be able to find her way out if she so much as stepped inside their shadowed cover. She stopped short as she felt a heavy presence lingering in the air ahead of them, it was low to the ground, almost coiled around something. It had the unmistakable feeling of death and violence like it was lying in wait for something. Deidra moved to keep going but Kinsley shot her hand out to halt her and crouched, putting her fingers to the soil while Deidra watched Kinsley curiously, her cat still in her arms, who was also watching closely.

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

I didn’t realize that sometimes, the heart continues to crack and fracture, little pieces falling away with each passing day. I now know actual pain, genuine fear, and real heartbreak. I’m dead inside. I’m useless; I’m unwanted.