For The Gaze Death Becomes Her Novels & Stories

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.

The way he walks towards her… The way his eyes glow fiercely… He's going to kill me — Rhea thinks, closing her eyes tightly, accepting that her destiny is nothing but death.

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."

People started turning, watching, whispering. "I’ve seen you eyeing him for months," she continued, her smirk widening. "Why don’t you get your own man?" She paused, then let out a fake gasp. "Oh, wait." She tilted her head. "That’s because nobody wants you." I clenched my fists, trying to steady my breathing, trying not to crumble under her stare. "How would you even know that?" I shot back, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. She grinned. "Because I can see right through you."

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?”

I didn't hesitate to act, even for a second. I raised my arm high and waved at the two men before pointing at Grace. The moment they spotted her, they rushed over and yanked her up roughly by the arms. As she was dragged away, she twisted around to look at me, her eyes blazing with hatred as she screamed, "You bastard! You'll die a horrible death! You're all the same!" My face stayed impassive as she was shoved into an unmarked van that sped away, vanishing before me just like that.