Die Another Day Novel Novels & Stories

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

The night I died, I discovered my marriage was a lie. Alpha Rhydian Crowe never loved me. He married me to unite our packs, while I foolishly believed I had won his heart. Then Virelle Sorn plunged a silver blade into my chest and left me with one final truth: I had been a pawn from the beginning. But death was not the end. I woke three years earlier, on the morning of my wedding, with the memories of my murder still burning inside me. This time, I know better. I will not marry Rhydian for love. I will not trust Virelle. I will not become anyone’s pawn. But as I rewrite the future, strange cracks begin appearing in everything I thought I knew. The people I trusted hide

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 16 . "The book of death?!" Elena repeated Bonnie's words as if she didn't hear what she said the first time. "Yh, the book of death. Now can you please let me decipher this stuff? Your noise is disturbing me" Bonnie said as a matter of fact to Elena who nodded and walked towards the window, wondering why the book of death would be the key. Alex was busy texting Fay and the sound of the keypad was disturbing Bonnie who rolled her eyes and scoffed. She turned to face Alex who noticed her and arched a brow at her.

He turned to glance at its title. Seven most painful ways to die. Kevin’s face contorted at the sight of the cover page. What the hell is Cedric doing with books like this? Kevin noticed a little drawer close beside the table where he stood. He observed a ring placed on top of it. Reaching for the drawer, he picked up the ring and examined it. It felt familiar in his grip.

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

The temperature in the bunker seemed to drop to absolute zero. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Marcus had been with Thorne Industries for ten years. He was a man I had trusted, a man I had given millions in stock options. And he had sold my life to Victoria Vance for a percentage of a dying syndicate. "He is dead," I growled, the raw, savage dominance of my bloodline taking over.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Some cheesy, overdramatic web novel I devoured during finals week, right before my body gave out from a delightful combo of stress, insomnia, and enough caffeine to stop a small horse’s heart. ...Oh. Oh, no. I died, didn’t I? No white light. No tunnel. No dramatic fade to black. Just one second I was stress-cramming for a sociology final, and the next, I was Lyra Carrington—the adopted daughter in a novel who gets politely kicked out the moment the Real Daughter returns from Switzerland or Paris or wherever rich people go to get cultured.

I sit there with my hands in my lap, watching the empty road unspool in the headlights, and I think about how many ways there are to lie to this man, and how none of them feel like they'll survive very long against someone who reads society pages for information and keeps a source inside a biotech company for eight months without anyone finding out. "I dreamed it," I say. "You dreamed it." "I know how that sounds." "Try me anyway." So I tell him. Not everything — I keep Celeste's phone call to myself, keep Tobias's name out of it, keep the exact shape of the gate and the fire and Celeste's mouth saying not yet — but I tell him about a wedding night that goes wrong, about a city that falls ap