Encore In Death Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

His eyes widened in realisation, but before he could react, I was on him. My hand curled around a stone candleholder, its weight comforting in my grip. With a swift, ruthless movement, I brought it crashing down on Trent’s skull. There was a sickening crack, and Trent let out a strangled gasp, his body convulsing once before going still. Blood pooled around his head, staining the stone floor of the chapel. I dropped the candleholder, its thud barely audible over the pounding in my ears. Trent was dead, his lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

But all it took was a slight raise of his hand, and the crowd quieted, their raucous voices stilled by his commanding presence. "I am Vincent Casper, chief medical examiner of Ariant City. I have invited official journalists from the central news channel and our city's primary media outlets to witness the live broadcast of the truth behind this murder case." Murder case?! The crowd buzzed again, shock rippling through the room. These reporters were expecting a scandal about plagiarism, some small tabloid fodder. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine it would be tied to something as serious as a murder. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Charles and Arianna, subtly edgi

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

Megs butt in! "What?! Are you telling me that I killed Deku without me knowing?!" "Hey. Guys! The doctor said, Deku died on heart attack. Don't blame her." Lara argued. "But do you really forget about Deku?" Driana asked and draw near me. "I didn't forget him—" I suddenly stopped talking when I saw Driana's mischievous smirked! "Nice." She whispered. Wait...

And then, he lifted her and carried her to bed, moaning as they got heated in their passion. --- The next morning, Nico barged into Elena’s office without knocking and nearly tripping over his own shoes. “Elena!” he gasped, waving his phone. “You’re not going to believe this.” “What now? Did the florist riot?” “No!” Nico shoved the screen in front of her. It was a video message. From Enoch. He looked thinner and tired, but alive. His eyes staring right into the camera. “Elena,” his voice broke. “I’m still here. Please… don’t give up on me.”

He looked exceptionally distinguished. Similarly as he entered the stream, the lights in the passageway out of nowhere went out and started to glimmer. The moderately aged man nonchalantly tapped the switch two times, and the lights got back to business as usual. "F*ck! It's somewhat frightening!" "Is this individual an attacker and killer?" "Investigate the concise presentation of the live transmission room!" As the two projectile screens rolled, Tim additionally explored to the concise presentation of the live transmission room. The name of the decoration's record was Death Inquisitor, and the location showed that he was in Manhattan, New York.

The video showed me sitting in the study, wearing a black dress. I had delicate makeup on. "Everyone, if you're watching this, it means I'm dead—killed by Susan. I know you don't believe it. That's why I prepared evidence." The scenes kept switching, showing the surveillance footage of Susan and Marco's transaction, the photos of Susan drugging me, and the intimate photos of Susan and Calvin after it was decided I was going to marry him. Finally, it was the recording of my death process... It was recorded with the voice recorder I had hidden in my necklace.