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“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

Holding her friend close, she let her scream and fight, crying as she called Rayne horrible names. “Nix, I know you are upset, but I don’t think she is dead,” Rayne told her, which made Nix go limp in her arms. “What?” Dakaath looked at Rayne like she was insane. “She is gone.” **************** Ailive looked around, seeing the people around her. They all looked dead, but she knew they were alive. Something wasn’t right about this situation. Had she died? Everything changed in one moment when she felt pain in her neck, then everything went black.

"Yes, they make such a great couple!" "Her boyfriend wasn't even hurt that badly. He's just a little shaken up. Yet, she's tending to him so carefully." "Exactly. And look at this patient here, Julian Marshall. He nearly died, but no one has come to visit him even once." The two nurses spoke casually, but every word felt like a stab to my chest.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

So pretty with pure silver blades, black leather handles and all sizes from a small paring knife to a machete. “I ain’t saying shit! Might as well kill me now!” He barked “Oh, you will be dying today. The question is how long it will take. You see, Alpha Kyle has a certain way about doing things and I am anxious to see how long it will take you to die. It is pretty painful so it could be quick or it could be very very slow. Like days slow.” “Doesn’t matter. I ain’t fucking saying shit!”

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

The girls, Ameliah, and Dead Dom: “So everybody just saw the dead guy sit up and started talking right? Because I hit the ground pretty hard so I might be hallucinating.” Ji'lahni whispered as she stared at the dead man. “Hell yea we saw and heard him blow up that lady's entire life. When they said the dead will talk, I know damn well this isn't what they meant.” Lucky whispered. Dyelon and Montego stood stock still staring at Dom for what seemed like minutes but it was more likely a minute or less. Both Dyelon and Montego turn to Trixie who was speechless for the first time. She knew what they wanted to know from her, but she dreaded confirming what the dead man said. She couldn't form the