Es Death Novels & Stories

Seeing him die once again made her recall just how she had felt so guilty knowing they had been at odds when he died. As they watched Calrson hold onto her close, 6 years and it was Edward, she cried into his arms not knowing he was not as innocent as she had thought he was. Cassandra could not be more grateful Carlson had been there but he was only a guest, while Kelly and Edward had been the ones to comfort her. They had cried with her and smiled with her. Now looking back, she knew it had all been nothing but a lie. “ is she dead?” Cassandra asked Carlson as they stepped out of the funeral palace. “ Yes, she had a heart failure and the doctors couldn't save her this time around,” Carson r

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

And they're letting me. Time of death is called. 3:47 PM. A Wednesday in November. I died on a Wednesday. The nurses silence the alarms. Begin disconnecting machines. One of them is crying quietly—the young one, the one who hasn't learned to separate herself from the death yet. I want to thank her for crying. Want to tell her that at least one person in this room sees me as human. But I can't. Because I'm dead. --- Almost immediately, my family starts the paperwork.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

He is standing on the beach of Life Zero, holding my white Scythe, but he is alone. ​I am trapped in the "Between," the space where dead timelines go to die. And standing in front of me isn't Silas or my younger self. ​It’s the real Elowen—the one who died in the very first life, a thousand years ago. ​"Welcome home, little sister," she said, her voice a soft, terrifying whisper. "We've been waiting for you to complete the circle."

Eli tried to throw himself forward to shield me, but Mom held him back with a firm grip, saying, "He needs to learn his lesson! He needs to understand what things he can and cannot say!" I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen the following day after the incident. Mom said through her tears, "He only has nine years left…" "I know," Dad said hoarsely." "J-Just nine years left…" It was only then that I understood that Eli was really going to die. It turned out that the numbers hovering above his head, unseen by anyone else, were the countdown to his lifespan. In the living room, Mom's and Dad's eyes were bloodshot as they carefully escorted Eli back to his bedroom.

He'd eventually found an opportunity to kill me. After my death, I'd lingered as a ghost, unable to move on. I had followed Jack and Kate, watching them live their twisted, off-and-on lives. In the end, they were happy together. It wasn't until Kate botched another surgery and an enraged patient stabbed her in the heart that I saw darkness again. And when I opened my eyes, I was back here, the day before that ill-fated surgery. … Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections.

She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream! I made use of the opportunity and tried to get the people on online forums to take Hazel's side. Perhaps what happened to Hazel was so heartbreaking that even the heavens could not just stand by and do nothing. Everything went pretty smoothly after that. Layla died. Her mother was severely injured, whereas her father was sent to prison. I stood somewhere in the distance the day the Larsons met their downfall. For a moment, I thought I saw Hazel waving her hand at me. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of me. She put her arms around me and thanked me.

"She was declared dead by the hospital four days ago. And you're only finding out now?" The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen as if struck by lightning. David's eyes widened, staring at the photo on the screen. "You must be mistaken. How could she be declared dead so suddenly?" He grabbed the officer's arm as his voice trembled. The officer impatiently shook him off. "The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?"