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Until death-chapter 27 Themes: Genesis and Revelation "You want to know how it begins, right?" Ryan screeched at me, and I could see the streaks in his neck rising. He sauntered towards me and shoved me in the mouth with his boot. Not allowing me to take a siesta, he raised me with one hand, my feet dangling in the air, and he punched me in the jaw. Still, he didn't release me. "You Smith caused everything," he snarled again, his eyeball protruding out due to the way he was speaking. "None of you should interfere in what doesn't concern you." He hit me twice more before tossing me away, and I went flying in the air like a baby toy.

AND WHY THE HELL I AM GOING TO PANIC? “The morning here looks incredible Joeff, it is awesome.” The sense of being content. She is the best example for that word. I hope everyone appreciate the morning just like her. But I understand how this world works. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

I heard screaming for so long, keeping me awake for a while before I gave up. I tried to drown out the sound. A sigh leaves my lips as I get out of bed and open my door, going down the hall to Death's room and opening the door before sliding in and closing it quietly. I quietly crawled into the bed beside him and surprisingly. Death, the God of the Underworld, cuddled with me. Yup, you heard me right, he is cuddling with me. A small smile grazes my lips as I close my eyes letting him pull me into him and soon fall asleep.

We've already lost too many people on this mission. The lava churns and bubbles, and I can hear Ted screaming beneath the surface, his voice muffled by the thick liquid. I curse and pace the grass. Damn it. We've come so far already. To be bested by this river is too shameful to even think about. "He's dead," John D says. "It just ... swallowed him up." I press my fist against my mouth, thinking hard, trying to ignore his blabbering. I need to look at this challenge from a different perspective.

She walked towards where her daughter was and she stared at her for a while before moving her eyes to Hazel. “Thank you, Hazel,” she said it like she meant it and she moved her eyes back to fall on the book of prophecy before gripping it tightly. “Caitlin! No,” Hazel expressed shock when she suddenly realized and she quickly made to save the book but she was too late as the book turned to ashes as soon as the flames engulfed it.

Over the three days I'd been in the ICU, Blaire had sent me dozens of messages. Blaire: [Jim, please, just five thousand dollars. You can't let Dustin, who's dying of a terminal illness, get kicked out of the hospital and left to die, can you?] Blaire: [I admit I said a lot of cruel things on the phone last time. If you're willing to lend Dustin the money, I'll apologize.] When I didn't respond, her tone turned vicious. Blaire: [Jim, remember what you said when you got down on one knee? That you'd treat me well for life and never let me suffer? What a joke. Your word is worthless. I regret marrying you more every day.]

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

She was so pretty and beautiful in her beautiful Arabian robes. I was more than shocked rather than being amazed. Soon, I started to feel hot. The floor of the elevator was being hot and it was warming the whole elevator. I could smell the pungent smell of the wires being burnt. I whipped with my nose. Shit !!! The elevator was burning down there and it was falling to the basement with the full speed like the hell... No one ... Literally, no one could save me. I had to die !!! Why was it always that I have the fate to die?

She inquired, walking to meet her. "It's just a book to guide us on what to do." She replied, raising a book, with a brown hard cover at them. "And what is it guiding us on?" Rieka asked, staring at it confusedly. "We're transfusing blood to a human, we need to know whether she's dying or not." She replied, using a small towel to clean off the dust on the surface of the book. "Hmm." Rieka raised her brows, running her fingers around the book. "Why do you have it?"