Family Death

After six years of bloodshed, the emperor returns. With this strong body of mine, I can defeat ruffians. I can protect damsels...

I was tasked with escorting classified information back to the wolf pack with my mate. As we were about to board the plane, he claimed to have left an important document at the hotel and told me to fly back first. I agreed, but after he left, I checked his location through the location sharing on my phone. He did not go back to the hotel like he said he would; instead, he changed his route and headed into human territory. I followed in a taxi and saw a young human woman holding a child at the entrance of a mansion. "Winston, you're finally back. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you." He took the child and kissed the woman on the lips. "I knew you missed me, so I pushed back my work with the pack to spend time with you. Wherever you are is home." I did not confront them. Instead, I called the Alpha King. "Winston Holmes, the Alpha of the Hyan pack, is colluding with human spies and selling werewolf secrets. I request that the Alpha King dispatch guards to assist me in capturing him."

Namanya Ara. Tinggal dipanti asuhan sejak umur 5 tahun disebabkan diculik oleh rekan bisnis keluarganya. Gadis yang polos namun sedikit tomboy. Gadis yang rela mencari nafkah kebutuhan sehari-hari untuk kehidupan dirinya dan adik-adik nya dipanti asuhan. Seorang gadis yang menyembunyikan penyakit yang dideritanya dari semua orang. Apakah keluarganya bisa menemukan keberadaan gadis itu? Apakah gadis itu bisa kembali ke pelukan keluarganya? Apakah gadis itu akan sembuh dari penyakitnya? *Baca yukk kalau penasaran*

เมื่อพลังแห่งความตายถูกปลุกให้ตื่น โลกถึงคราวโกลากล ยุคสมัยแห่งวันสิ้นโลกได้มาถึง เหล่าฆาตรกรได้รับพลัง จากการฆ่าเพื่อความบันเทิง สู่การฆ่าเพื่อสร้างกองทัพซอมบี้ของตน ผู้ที่เคยสังหาร ไม่ว่าจะเชือดไก่ไปจนถึงบี้มด จะปลุก ‘ไอโลหิต’ ส่วนผู้ที่เคยสังหารเผ่าพันธุ์เดียวกัน จะปลุก ‘ไอทมิฬ’ หรือก็คือผู้ที่มีไอทมิฬ คือ 'ฆาตกร' ในวันที่หมอกโลหิตปกคลุมโลกทั้งใบ ชายหนุ่มก็ทิ้งร่างลงมาจากตึกเก้าชั้น แต่ผู้ที่อยากตายอย่างเขากลับไม่ตาย 'ไพเรนทร์' ไม่รู้ว่าเขาปลุกไอทมิฬขึ้นมาได้อย่างไร จนกระทั่งเขาถูกพาออกไปนอกกำแพงเพื่อใช้เป็นเหยื่อล่อฆาตกรอันดับที่สิบเจ็ด ความลับแห่งพลังที่ซุกซ่อนไว้กว่าสิบสองปี สาเหตุที่ไพเรนทร์ยังมีชีวิตอยู่ เพราะพลังของเขาคือ 'อมตะ' เมื่อความตาย กลายเป็นพลัง ผู้ที่ ‘อยากตาย' จึงกลายเป็นผู้ที่แข็งแกร่งที่สุด

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Steven Lambert claimed my mother almost killed his wife and daughter, branding me as a sinner from birth. For twenty years, he and his family tormented me in the name of atonement. I was forced into a cruel marriage with the vile Caleb Carpenter in Cindy's place, only to suffer a tragic end. Only then did the Lamberts realize I was their daughter. Yet all this time, the very existence they believed to be a sinner enjoyed their bottomless affection and adoration.

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely. One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone. Pete didn’t chase after me that day. He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head. The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer. Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago— Pete had taken my hand and said, “You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.” What pulled me back was not Pete. It was a letter from Sicily. Thin paper. Cold, rigid handwriting—the kind favored by old families who had ruled too long to bother with sentiment. “The heir has begun showing signs of emotional instability.” “Recent violent behavior has caused internal concern.” “There is disagreement within the family regarding the current Don’s judgment.” In the mafia world, there is only one reason the elders would bypass a man and reach out to a wife officially presumed dead— When the family itself begins to lose balance. So I returned. To the place I had once fled with everything I had. This time, there were no illusions. I no longer placed any hope in emotion. I was there only to fulfill the obligations of the family. I knew exactly how much time I had left. And I knew exactly what needed to be done. I became a proper Donna.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.