Es Death Novels & Stories

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

He reached for his phone to call and apologize to Stephanie and perhaps set a date for them to talk. However,the moment he unlocked his phone he saw the news that almost made his eyes bulge out of their sockets [Edward Collins is dead]

Well, we wanted to see if you'll see the next year" one of the said. He nods for the to guys. Charles had no idea what was coming for him. LATER THAT NIGHT Kendall's POV Today, it was just me, Enzo, Reed, Lyra, Rony and Mark hanging out, we were at the park waiting for midnight so we can cross over to the new year. "I can't believe he's dead" Rony said as she looks into her phone. Oh, yeah, Charles is dead, he was murdered in prison, it was a terrible death, he was chainsawed to death. "Can you not just talk about it?" I told her. She raised her hands up in fake surrender. No matter how heartless and evil he was, I would never wish anyone death.

“If you’re my death angel, why the hell are you here? I'm still alive, am I not?" “Good question.” He grinned. “Do you want to know the answer?” He glanced at my unconscious body before he turned to face me. “Because you will never wake up again, Cresia. March 28, 2018. 12:01am. That will be the exact time of your death.” W-what… “I… I’m going to die?" Those words came as a whisper from me. "No. No way!” I looked at my poor body. No. This couldn't happen to me. This was not real.

Deon explained I skimmed through the files to see the name of Alpha Ezra marked as Deceased, my eyes widened in surprise and a hollow feeling “ Ezra is dead?” “Yes, he had died from a heart attack and his daughter was so depressed she followed a few days after and killed herself, so everything had gone into the control of Herron and his son Damon,” Deon says as I go through the file, “ did you need something from him? What did he do to you? You seem very quiet” “ no…I’m just angry that I didn’t stop that bastard’s putrid beating heart myself”

Feeling the pain, Edward looked down at the bathrobe stained red on his chest in disbelief. With a thud, Edward saw Terrence Edmin pick up the ticket and the test report on the ground, turn around and leave. Her consciousness gradually disappeared He raised his hand to grab Terrence Edmin, but it was too late. - - The news of Edward's death was spread to France three days later. The Edmin family suspected that Terrence Edmin did it, but there was no evidence.

“Then it’s done.” “What next?” I asked as he gave me a little space. “Well, now you die,” he said and my face drained of color. ‘Nadia Elora is presumed dead.’ I stood stiff, seated before my vanity as maids poked and decorated pieces into my hair. The television spoke loudly explaining “my death” in some important way. Still maintaining that I was a delusional crazy fan of Greg’s. How divine. “Turn that off,” I commanded and the television went still.

Formal, brief, stripped of emotion: "Mr. Kade's medical team has determined that his condition is irreversible and that he is experiencing unmanageable pain. The family has authorized the removal of life support. We are informing you as a courtesy." No invitation. No request for input. Just information, delivered like a registered letter. He died on a Tuesday, at 6:43 AM. I knew the exact moment because I was awake, watching the gray dawn seep through the curtains, and suddenly felt… something. A shift. A release. I drove to the foundation before sunrise. The gymnasium was empty, the basketball hoops silent. I sat in the bleachers, the cold metal biting through my jeans, and I didn't move.

She dialed three times, then her finger hovered over the call button and never moved again. Before I died, I had tried to call her nine times. Even as my breathing stopped, I still foolishly hoped to say one last line to her. But even as I reached the end of my life, I never heard her voice. There was a vast and stark difference when someone loved or didn't love another person. I pressed a hand to where my heart was. It no longer beat, nor did it produce that tearing pain that once felt like it could rip me apart. Strangely, I felt a bit relieved.