Die Alone Review Novels & Stories

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

My body dangled over the acid, my arms burning from the weight. “Leah!” Hoodie guy called out, dropping to his knees as reach toward me. His eyes were wide now — terrified, desperate. “I’m fine!” I lied, even though my fingers were slipping. My palms slick with sweat. I’m Going To Die. The thought flashed through my mind like lightning. After Everything, I’m Going to Die Because I can’t Balance Like a Damn Ballerina.

"Incredible. You actually skimmed Thorne's personal network. This is enough to ruin him." "I don't want to ruin him yet," I whispered, my voice dripping with ice. "I want to challenge him. Erase me, Zero. Make it so Aria never existed." "Consider it done," Zero muttered, hitting a final, definitive keystroke. "As of right now, your digital footprint is dead. Your facial recognition profiles at the borders are corrupted, and your bank accounts are wiped. To Malakai Thorne, you are a ghost." He reached into his coat pocket and slid a pristine, black titanium card across the crate toward me. "Here is your new identity. Welcome back to the underworld, Viper."

Ariel worried that Jayson might approach Katie to tell her everything about buying the art gallery for Nancy and Sarah, and that they were getting divorced because he had cheated. The prospect of the gallery falling into the hands of Sarah, the woman responsible for Elena's deep wounds, would fill Katie with despair. How could she possibly withstand such a devastating blow? Ariel was utterly alone and defeated, her face growing paler. Perhaps she got too worked up as her lower abdomen started twisting with sharp pain. She took a few unsteady steps, and the world suddenly went black. "Careful!" a concerned voice called out. Perry strode forward to catch her in time.

The girl in the glass looked like someone who is not afraid of anything again, even death. Because she had. “You already died once for them” she whispered to her reflection. “And that is enough” She turned away from the mirror Head high Step steady. A slow smile crept on her face. “The game,” she said quietly to no one. “Has just started” And she walked away like nothing happened. She met Warren outside the door. “Did you just cry?” Faith didn't answer. Warren kept on following her. “Keep your distance” her voice was quiet. “Walls have ears”