For The Gaze Death Becomes Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

His voice was like echoes of death bells ringing in her ears. His eyes blazed when he said those words and she swallowed, regretting her actions. She might bring out the Raze she met on the first day, the one that might beat the pulp out of her. Raze didn't like that stare she was giving him, she trembled in fear and tears lazed her big hazel eyes blinking at him and he cursed. She acted as if he wanted to kill her right now when he wanted to kiss her silly until she was breathless.

I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came. "Meghan!" Gerald's shout snapped me back to reality. I opened my eyes and saw her gasping for breath before me, blood steadily seeping from her back. Before I could react, a scream rang out nearby. It was my colleagues who had just gotten off work. I scooped Meghan up and shouted to them, "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

"Stay with me!" She could still hear the sound of her voice, "I'll get help!" Fresh like it happened just yesterday. And Gareth... Even with Death's one hand on him, he tried to smile. "It's too... late..." And then... Nothing. His hand had slipped from hers as she watched the light leave his eyes. She'd cried until someone pulled her away, she had watched Gareth Hale die. Her gaze dropped back to the report. She had to remind herself to breathe. "No..."

"Keep talking, and that'll happen to you too-" "Do you feel any remorse at all?" Alice was talking over Emilia. She knew that she was pushing her luck but her urgency to quit the club had taken over her common sense. "The fact that she died because of your actions." Emilia shoved Alice backwards. It was a small push. But it caught Alice by surprise. She crashed over two chairs and smashed her jaw against the floor. She groaned and onto her knees, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Emilia didn't look upset or horrified. She had a look of forced satisfaction on her face.

"It was you, wasn't it, Yvonne? Did you threaten Camilla into taking your corneas?" My cheek stung painfully, but I laughed. The corners of my lips curved upward. Sooner or later, Howard would be wallowing in the deepest of regrets. Thankfully, this time, Camilla had made up her mind to take my corneas. That night, coaxed into it by Camilla, Howard disconnected my oxygen supply. I had gone through countless brushes with death, but the suffocating feeling I felt made it clear to me that I was truly going to die this time. I felt an excruciating pain in my chest. It was as if someone had stabbed me with a dagger and was twisting it around.

Caleb suddenly recalled grabbing the urn from my mom and flinging it down the bridge, and also the frenzied state my mom was in. For an instant, he almost lost his balance. The doctor continued, "Ms. Wells has been dead for days now, but you never came to visit her, so of course, you didn't know that…" Caleb staggered a little as he let go of the doctor. A moment later, Caleb's eyes turned red, and his expression was contorted even more. Caleb punched the wall nearby with so much force that the wall caved in a little. Abandoning his pride, he shouted, "Didn't you say that it'll be fine? You said that she'll be okay, right? Why… Why did she die? Why?"

She observed his numb figure intently, becoming completely frozen as she detected the footsteps drawing nearer in her direction. Gradually, she averted her glossy eyes upwards and was witness to the hollow, vacant stare fixed upon her. There was no trace of remorse in his eyes, even after he had just taken the life of another human being with his own bare hands. Her gaze bore into his, fueled by anger, pain, and above all, a pressing question regarding why he had chosen to kill him when he had promised to end her life instead. Eventually, she felt him draw closer to her, as he leaned his head towards her face. His dark, demonic eyes pierced her gaze, and she could feel his warm breath brushi

she spits, voice a little too high. I glance up, staring into her eyes, and finally I see it: a break in the barrier, confusion in her grey irises. It’s a gamble, but with a shuddery breath, I whisper, “So kill me.” She presses the knife deep, and I can no longer breathe. Still, I don’t look away. I don’t shift. If I have to die, at least let it be looking at her. But before I can blink, she’s gone.