Es Death Novels & Stories

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.

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”

“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.

Elize asked. 'Who says?' Elize looked at Dark, standing next to Sparrow, holding a card. Dark read the card. 'Raymond de los Santos. Died at two in the morning. Cause of death, head gunshot. ' Dark said. 'You know what to do.' Lucian said. Elize ran as Sparrow fired a series of shots at her. She can avoid the bullets because of Lucian's protection. Elize avoids it because she sees it coming as if it were a slow motion.

I cut them off with a shout, "WHAT IS THIS EXACTLY?!" El sighed, "It's nothing." "I know about D.A.C already." I sighed, "What's more to know?" El gulped, "Nothing." "Just say it." He sighed, "People involve with the corporation tend to die." "Stop being overdramatic." I reasoned out, "Everyone's going to die someday; no one lives forever." "What I mean is that people tend to die earlier than the year they should die." He shrugged, "It's a fact."

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.

And here I was grabbing my stomach, trying to calm myself from the sickening feeling. ‎ ‎To my surprise, Kael let out a wholehearted laugh. "I lost again. Really, why can't you ever pretend to be triggered, I feel like a fool every time." ‎ ‎"Maybe because you are? Just saying." ‎ ‎So, getting a few facts straight, these two with the other one had something to do with the death of the VC. I didn't believe it at first but I'd heard from Sarah that there were three major organizations in the state who orchestrated devices in darkness but didn't conceal it entirely.

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