For The Gaze Death Becomes Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can't even stand to help and defend her. Lucas kicked her and I heard her agony. Lucas then again reached for her hair and told her, "I think it's time for me to erase you from this world and put your soul to rest"

She keeps speaking and acting like she's a different person in the same body. In the bathroom, Rose stared intently at herself in the mirror. Compared to how she looked before she died, a beautiful and attractive young girl whose beauty was enough to rival the most beautiful goddess was staring back at her in the mirror. The skin on her face was extremely pale, yet smooth and soft at the same time. Her beautiful gray eyes shone whenever she winked her long and curly eyelashes.

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.

When she spotted me lying motionless in the corner, covered in blood, she laughed so hard she could barely breathe. Striding over, she kicked me twice. "Hey, stop pretending to be dead. Get up." But I didn't respond at all because I had already died. She didn't notice it. She crouched and yanked my hair, but my eyes remained shut. When she finally sensed something was wrong, a sound from outside caught her attention. "Why isn't the garden gate closed?" Startled, she let go of me and landed one last kick before leaving. "Stay put. Don't you dare try to crash my party and steal the spotlight."

Callum whispered beside me, recognizing the name. There was a pause on the line. “Ana is dead.” I didn’t even feel the phone slip from my fingers. My blood ran cold, goosebumps prickling across my skin. The world blurred around me as those words echoed in my skull What the fuck.

A smile of death. “My name is Glenda…" she stuttered out, her lips trembling. “Hold on…" but she was already gone, that beautiful smile still plastered against her charming face. The life in her eyes faded, and I watched, filled with agony, as she stopped breathing.

"Morning, Ron. Where's Scarlett?" I let out a cold laugh. "She's upstairs. Go find her yourself." Just then, Scarlett came down in high heels. She had changed into a new pair of black stockings and put on smoky eye makeup that gave her an icy, seductive look. Desire flashed in Chase's eyes as he immediately got out of the car to greet her. "Scarlett, you look absolutely stunning today. Even these flowers pale in comparison to you. "I ordered these first thing this morning. Happy Valentine's Day."

Her eyelashes trembled. Then her eyes opened. At first it was a little slit and she wasn't really focusing. She stared up at me. I was just a shadow to her. Her instincts kicked in away. Even when dying she reached for the silver blade strapped to her thigh. Her arm shivered uselessly. Blood bubbled at her lips when she tried to talk. “Do... It.” The words came out as a cough. She was still hunting me. Something bitter and somehow admiring moved through me.

I stared at the beads scattered on the floor, my whole body trembling. "Eden, you make me sick!" Smack! My head snapped to the side again. "I make you sick?" She grabbed my chin. "If Curtis hadn't gone to take a look, I would never have known how elaborate your act was. To make yourself look like the victim, you actually sent remains to the crematory! Who exactly died? Did you actually hurt innocent people just to make it look real?" She tossed a few of the ash beads into the sink and watched them disappear down the drain.

It meant that from the moment Dante entered the hall to the moment he left, the only people he looked at were the four of us. I said blankly, “It really does look like one of us is the Godfather’s true love.” “There’s no way to tell who he was looking at,” Blair said with a sigh. “But that smile was way too obvious.” The four of us exchanged silent looks, fear filling our eyes. If we didn’t all retain memories of our brutal deaths from past lives, none of this would even be explainable. “If it really is one of us,” Chloe whispered, trembling, tears pooling in her eyes, “then why… why did he kill every single one of us?”