Novel & Cerita Even After Death Olivia Fordham

Simon’s, too. Nothing had been heard from him for months but he lurked at the edge of her consciousness like the threat of the boogeyman which had disturbed her childhood dreams. Olivia was due to stand trial for murder soon. The remains of Rosemary Worthington Field were currently resting on a coroner’s slab while all the relevant forensic investigations were being undertaken. She supposed it would fall to her to arrange the funeral as soon as that was allowed. Cremation seemed the best option, though she was going to ask her dad about that. It was only right.

Olivia scattered rose petals over the grave after the empty coffin had been interred, and the grave mound was finished. “Don’t cry! Let's go home,” David invited. “Yes... I will go home with you,” Olivia answered, quickly standing up. At the same moment, Joshua arrived at Oscar's funeral. Olivia was utterly shocked when the man who had been buried long ago suddenly appeared before her. “Joshua... is it really you, Joshua?” Olivia said in surprise. “Olivia... I’m sorry I’m only meeting you now,” Joshua replied. “What? Weren't you dead? How can you be here? At Oscar's funeral?” Olivia couldn't believe her eyes.

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

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.

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.

"But in another version of events—in a timeline that no longer exists—I died. And so did you, Ollie." I felt her hand tremble in mine as she said those words. Watched our son's face go pale as he processed what his mother had just revealed. "I died?" Ollie asked, his voice small. "How?" Lumina knelt in front of him, taking his small hands in hers. "You got sick, baby. Your heart stopped working right. And in that other timeline, we didn't catch it in time. You collapsed in the town square and—" her voice broke slightly, "—and you died in my arms."

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

And just like that, Olivia Edward was gone. I was now Mrs Damian Kingsley….

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

Choking back sobs, he slowly reopened my family’s wounds. “Sylvia, you won’t get to wait for Charles anymore... He’s dead.” The moment those words left his mouth, silence fell. I watched as the look in Sylvia’s eyes shifted from scorn to shock before rage finally took over. “Each one of you really is deplorable in your own ways. “I gave you a day to figure something out, and this is the lie you came up with to fool me?!” I had imagined countless ways Sylvia might react to my death. But I never thought she would not believe it.