Esdeath Personality Novels & Stories

My mother-in-law, Betsy Dutton, and I reached a consensus instantly. We soon began planning our escape. After much thought, I realized that faking our deaths was the best option. Betsy had been a pampered girl, married to my father-in-law, Rourke Dutton at the tender age of twenty. She had dedicated her life to supporting him and raising their children so she was naive and innocent in many ways. But when it came to acting, she still had her skills.

If the structure fails, it will not fail quietly, and I will not pretend neutrality when I can still apply pressure to keep it standing. And beneath that tilt lies another disturbance, older and more dangerous. Death and I were meant to operate in harmony. I chart the path. He closes it. Fate designs the end. Death completes it. We are two halves of the same mechanism. But he is no longer behaving like a function. He is behaving like a choice.

If they did not know any better, they would think he was an Egyptian mummy. Aquarius glanced at Thomas. What was going on? Right then, Jayden choked up and said, “The one lying on the bed is my eldest son, Diego Clancy. Do you know why he became like this? It was all because of e-sports!” In extreme sadness, Jayden told Thomas and Aquarius the tragic past of his eldest son. Diego was also a talented young man like Mateo. At a young age, he had excellent gaming skills. With his high level of skills, quick response, and his handsome appearance, he was a top gamer in the e-sports industry at that time. Thousands of people sought after him and he earned the nickname of “Heartthrob”. He was a rea

I ask her "Well not exactly," Mika says "But he's cute," I rub his head and he leans into my touch "Well, you're a nature Goddess and my mate, so-" "I knew it!" Mika said making Cerberus bark at her only to receive a growl in return "I think it's just because I'm awesome," I swung my hair over my shoulder Death snorted, "Yeah right," he said making me elbow him and Cerberus growl at him "See, he already prefers me to you," I tell Death before sitting on my feet in front of Cerberus. He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears.

Soulmates imply love, and love was never part of my plan. However, Everly is different. She captives me in ways I can’t explain. She’s nothing like my mother. She would be loyal. I already know Everly is a kind and caring soul, even if she is Death’s granddaughter. Who would have thought that Death’s granddaughter could be kind and caring? I always picture Death, Zane, and their whole family as a bunch of assholes, but maybe I’m wrong.

Eirene Lavisha Flogeras is a woman you can say is really perfect, kind, fun to be with, smart, has a dream in life and has respect for others, There are many more as long as she has everything, you will really like a woman like her. Other than Pysche, I can't say Pysche De Biville but for me she is just beautiful but her behavior can be said to be the son of the devil. The first subject of the day is over, I'm already in the cafeteria and I always eat alone. Unexpectedly, Pysche was here and stood beside me. "Good day, Killian." She said while looking at me with a smile. She's always really weird, I think she has a brain disease, you put it mentally and Damn she called me by my second name.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."