Even After Death Novel Olivia And Ethan Novelas e Histórias

“Sir, come on, it’s dark out. We have rules. Don’t make it hard on me.” He held onto my gravestone and didn’t want to let go. Before he left, he thought of an old story he’d heard somewhere. If two people loved each other, and one of them went first, the other could drop a single drop of blood at her grave, and they’d find each other in the next life. He’d never believed in any of that, not before tonight. He pulled a small knife out of his pocket, didn’t hesitate, and drew it across his wrist.

He would sneak me out late at night so I could breathe. His voice cracked, but he went on. Even after he died. when I believed that he died, it was as if someone tore part of me out and left the wound open. I blamed myself. I still do. I edged over next to the bed, closer. "What's wrong?" I queried. I don’t know everything. He said that another one died in his place. Ethan finally glanced at me. "And now. he's returned. And he despises me and for the life of me, I have absolutely no clue why."

Not anymore… Olivia was his last straw of a woman he would ever give such a chance to. "Looks like we’ll be paying Clara Winston Diere a visit, won’t we? Even better, I heard she was getting married to an old friend of mine. One is a gold digger after a widower’s wife's fortune and the other is a murderer. What a perfect combination of an Aunt and Daughter.” It was humorless, just like the other part of him was. Peter Bianchi was his late sister's husband. Wouldn't it be a coincidence to drop by at her wedding and ruin it?

Joseph’s body was already motionless, eyes open, staring at nothing. And then his father looked at him, as if he could speak from beyond. “She knows, Ethan. She always knew.” “Who?” he shouted desperately. “Who killed you?” But Joseph only repeated, his voice now an echo coming from all directions: “Don’t trust her.” Ethan woke with a start, chest heaving, forehead covered in cold sweat. It took him several seconds to realize he was in the hospital, trapped in bed, not on that cursed embankment from fifteen years ago. His heart was beating so hard it hurt.

Her eyes strayed to her left and she held her breath to stop herself from screaming. Sleeping beside her was none other than her husband, Ethan. How was this possible? Ethan was long dead. She saw his car fall off the mountain cliff with her own eyes. Eve rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't imagining things. She touched the man under the sheet... He was real, and also naked... And so was she. Her heart skipped again and this time, Eve jumped and let out a scream. Now that she could remember this scenario, her confusion only heightened.

Olivia looks at Mia and Ethan, then winks at them with a mischievous smirk still playing on her lips and asked Ethan, "Why are you sweating? It's snowing outside. Are you okay?" Mia's mom looked at him with concern. "Are you alright, dear?" "Yes, mom. I'm fine, I think the heater is on high, that's why," Ethan said quickly, he waves his hand over at the waiter and ask for the bill, eager to escape from these two "devilish" women - Mia and Olivia - who were making his life hotter than hell. The waiter arrived with the bill and hands it to Ethan. Olivia also tried to take the bill, but her hand accidentally grabbed onto Ethan's. As their hands touched, Olivia felt a spark of electricity.

Olivia's words cut deep, but I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. Olivia continued, her gaze locked on mine. "Why won't she believe me," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "After you two got married, we kept having secret affairs. He'd spend weekends with me. Remember?" I remained silent, knowing she spoke the truth. Ethan rarely spent weekends with me, always claiming he was working hard for our future. I had believed him, blinded by love. Olivia pressed on, her words slicing through my heart. "When I got pregnant, I told Ethan I wanted our child to be with us. We tried to get you to sign over your shares and house, but you were too smart. That's when he decided to kill y

Flames shot into the sky, consuming the vehicle within seconds. Finally, it was all over. I saw Katrina walking toward me, wearing my favorite white dress. Those once lifeless eyes were now filled with gentle starlight as she looked at me endearingly. "Joshua." She opened her arms for a hug, smiling as she walked toward me. "Let's go home together." I cried and threw myself into her arms, feeling the long-lost warmth of her body. This time, no one could ever separate us again. … Later on, I heard that the Norman family went completely bankrupt. Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and Mom lost her mind.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

I roared standing up harshly from my seat. So the person I had spent days looking for, was Olivia? " I only confirmed it three days ago after I arrived. I'm so sorry, Ethan," Hannah apologized, biting down on her lower lips, but right now, I didn't give a fuck. " Why the hell did Olivia kill Lana? Aren't they working together or something? You said it yourself just now that both of them planned to kill Rachel, why did she kill her?" "I think you know the answer better than anyone else ".