Don T Fear The Reaper Book Novels & Stories

He said in polite manner but mixed in frightened tone. "He want me to comeback?" He laughed sarcastically. "Tell them!" Jae Gray said in serious tone that made anyone in front of him trembled in fear. "I'll come and settle the matters on the right time!" He said coldly. "If ever he sends you again after me I will kill anyone of you" he added, and murderous aura was emitting to his while body. Then he stoods up, and walked away without turning his back. As soon as Jae Gray left, the uneasiness felt by the leader of the men's in black suit faded away, the pressure he felt in front of him earlier was too frightening.

His hair hung to his jaw, black and silver, and he walked with the confidence of someone who knew nothing here could touch him. Power radiated off him in waves, the familiar feeling, sinking into my bones. His shadow trailed behind him, only it wasn’t on the ground. It walked behind him as if it weren’t even attached to him. My pulse hammered. “Who are you?” “I have been called many things.” The shadows at my feet knotted themselves as if begging me to move them, to leave. That alone told me everything I needed to know. They were scared of him. “You’re the first,” I breathed. “The original reaper, aren’t you?”

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

“Not afraid of dying?” I met his gaze steadily, refusing to break. My heart hammered, but my voice was steady. “No. But I’m afraid of going back.” There it was—a flicker. Something like pain or regret, perhaps even understanding, flashing just beneath his surface, a brief vulnerability I shouldn't have seen. But it was gone too fast to catch, like a shadow fleeing at dawn. It was a terrifying thought that this man, this Reaper, might actually understand. He moved closer, the air around him thickening like thunder rolling in. Every step he took made the room seem smaller, tighter, until his very presence felt like a physical weight pressing down on me. He was a storm waiting to break, and I,

Cora I find myself standing in front of a man whose face I can't see but I feel that I should fear him. I am standing with the rest of the women for the reaping knowing that I am going to be picked by this man who is scaring me. I hear a voice say my name and I know it's over for me. Any chance of me going back home to my village is gone. All hope of having a happy life is destroyed as soon as I see the devious smirk on his face.

The silence in the mountain safe house was heavier than the snow piling against the windows. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, the destroyed tablet still smoking on the floor where Damien had crushed it. My hand rested protectively over the swell of my belly, where our daughter kicked as if sensing the storm brewing between her parents. “Project Reaper,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me.” Damien didn’t move at first. The Reaper, the man who had once kidnapped me, broken me, then rebuilt me into his queen, looked almost… broken. His grey eyes, usually so cold and calculating, held a rare shadow of guilt.

With her for what? Donatos unclipped himself from the tree and, although it was clear from everything that he had been pretty hard, he went up to the girl writhing in the snow, leaned over and hissed: - Yes, you are bolder, as I see? She twitched again, trying to break free, and screamed in his face. - To be afraid of such shit - to be the most shit!

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Make your choice quickly, or both will die. As he spoke, he tore the tape off my mouth and Sofia's. Sofia could no longer keep her composure and screamed out in terror, "Lorenzo, save me! I don't want to die!" Lorenzo stopped hesitating and said, "Let Sofia go." My hands, sawing through the rope, paused for a moment before I sped up. Even though I had never expected anything from Lorenzo, his cold-bloodedness toward me still made me feel despair.

Lilith POV I walked into the room with quiet footsteps. I was really scared of this monster in front of me; the last encounter we had wasn't a good one. "Goo-good evening, Don Air!" I greeted her with a shaking voice. He was seated in a king-size sofa in the corner of his bedroom while drinking from his wine glass. He passed me a sinister smile, and that ignited a lot of fear in me. "How have you being princess? I hope you are taking your class seriously." He questioned.