Dora Dying Novels & Stories

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

After a moment, she said in a low voice, "Ms. Santoro had passed away." "What did you say?" Matteo's voice trembled uncontrollably. He grabbed the nurse's arm, his eyes widening with disbelief. "She passed away? When did it happen?" The nurse flinched at his intensity and stammered, "Y- Yesterday afternoon. I remember it very clearly. Her daughter didn't make it in time to see her one last time." Yesterday afternoon…

“After 9 p.m. Once I was done, I went to a cybercafe to spend the night—” Suddenly, Captain Zimmer whipped his head up and stopped writing. “Didn’t you miss something?” I stopped talking for a brief moment. Then, as if I had just remembered something, I said, “I must still be feeling dizzy from sleeping so much. “You need money to go into a cybercafe, right? So, I went back to the dorm to get it. Why are you staring at me like that? It’s not a crime to grab my money, you know? “Hang on. Did those three lovely girls get killed right when I went back? How did they die? Was it bad? Do you have any photos?”

"I'm sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean to." Though Elliot was cursing her out in his head, he kept up his pitiful act on the outside. "It's okay, I don't blame you. Hearing about Dariel's death threw me off too. Why don't you head back first? I need to go home and break the news to Mom." Relieved, Melissa had her driver take him home. She desperately needed some peace and quiet. But just as she reached the hospital lobby, her phone rang. "Ms. Wright, we pulled a body out. The face is severely burned and completely unrecognizable, but… he's wearing a cinnabar bracelet on his wrist."

He drew a small, silver-handled dagger from his belt—the same dagger that had killed me in Life Three. "It’s not a who, Elowen," he said, his voice turning cold. "It’s the Ninth Life. It’s come to make sure the Tenth doesn't escape." The door didn't break. It simply began to melt, the wood turning into a black, viscous liquid. And stepping through the puddle of rot was a woman. She wore a tattered wedding dress, her throat crushed and her eyes gone. It was me. From the life before. I need honesty

Before I could say anything, she grabbed General Zod by the collar of his suit and disappeared out of sight. The jungle is now as silent as a graveyard. No sounds were heard except for some soldiers that were groaning in pain. I examine the place once again, and the dead bodies are littered all around the jungle floor. The processor did a lot of damage to them. Without wasting another second, I sauntered toward the multi-coloured door-looking portal and different thoughts were clouding my mind.