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But I don't need to know everything that I would give him what he deserves. -"You are not very talkable aren't you?" Lilliana was watching me from my feet to my head she sipped her tea but her eyes never left me. My one finger still kept her curtains but my head turned to her. I wasn't used to talking to anybody. I didn't see a purpose in talking. The conversation is needed only for mortals and for dogs. We the dead ones don't need anything only our life and blood. And still, her breaking silence with this question made me smile. Her voice sounded ironic which was making her cute again.

The bad news first," Carson replied. "Edgar was killed at the celebration. Weldon and a group of Great Oceans Sect's disciples we sent also died. The outer disciple, Zac, and a group of disciples sent after also died in battle." Then, the black-robed man looked at Carson, continuing lightly, "There's no king in Salleria now."

Dessa added. "Definitely there is, but I don't know how we want to do it and who will want to do it. It's kinda complicated. The whole world now knows that Eudora is dead and she is also buried, we have to act more carefully... The only way we can get more money without investing and also building a large pack house is by..."

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

I knew he had shown up to help us but I had no idea how e fit into the questions I had asked Alisa. “What do you mean?” I asked her confused. “Eden. Eden is dead,” Alisa sobbed.

The day I die Will be The greatest night When I’m free I’ve tried to stay alive But I feel dead inside And you cant stop the actions that I speak Follow me on tik tok for spoilers and updates https://www.tiktok.com/@dragonladydavis?_t=8Wg4MiRTlyY&_r=1

‎Were they not atleast shocked they were dead, and in some kind of a game. ‎“Don’t look so shocked—death is just the opening act.” The voice said with a tone hinting at sick excitement. “Due to the unfortunate overcrowding in Hell—thank you, greenhouse effect—we’ve decided to recycle you instead. You’ve been sent to this abandoned worlds… as entertainment.” ‎It wasn't until her last word fell that the panic began setting in. ‎"Entertainment? For who exactly?!" I murmured, but nobody, well, no dead body in the room was in a mood to answer.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

One tragedy after another had occurred this week, and my nerves were frayed to their limit. "It'll be okay. Everything will definitely be okay. You already called the police, right? They're on their way. They'll be fine." The words had barely left his lips when my phone rang. I answered it, and Delia's crazed, unhinged voice came through the line. "They're all dead," she exclaimed before bursting into deranged laughter. "They're all dead! Dead!" Then the call was abruptly cut off. When I tried calling again, the phone had been switched off once more.