Gidle #i Never Die Novels & Stories

Be brave, this is your golden ticket to breaking into a higher social class tonight! She replied: 【I don't have such grand ambitions, but I really do need to stay and look after him. I even have to wipe his body down for him.】 Below it was a uniform wall of encouragement and people camping out for updates. I couldn't help but let out a soft, mocking laugh. Luca glanced at me from the side, a faint smile touching his lips, though he remained silent. After overcoming my jet lag, I was out in the courtyard playing with the dogs. Luca, who was busy with something in the living room, called out to me: "Elena, your phone keeps vibrating. It's a US number, unregistered."

“Since she dares to make those bold-faced lies, I’ll just expose her lies in public and shatter her reputation to smithereens.” After that, I took out my phone and pulled out an audio recording. I had taken it back when I stood outside the Gordons’ home that day and heard their entire plan. “Nina is nothing! Everything she had in her life was rightfully mine.” “Don’t worry, we gave you her fiancé. We’ll give you her baby, too.” “You just have to wait until the baby is born, Rachel. Have some patience for now.” … I put the entire recording online. As soon as it was uploaded, the court of public opinion turned in an instant!

Sebastian lunged. Dario kicked him back and slammed the detonator. "Let's all die together." The explosion rocked the sky. Flames tore through the air. The Morello mansion was gone—nothing left but rubble. *** The TV blared, the anchor's voice sharp: "Breaking news tonight out of Santria City: A deadly explosion leveled the Morello estate overnight. Authorities have confirmed the deaths of Dario Morello, Serena Venier, and both of their parents. No survivors have been found."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the competition results are now ready. Lily Rosenfelt won first place. It's a well-deserved victory!" Yet, the triumph brought Lily no happiness. The memory of her lost child shattered her heart into fragments. The anguish was overwhelming and impossible to endure. Drained and hollow, she slipped away from the venue. Just as the Rosenfelts' car came to a halt, Zeke managed to catch up with her. "Lily, is it truly the end? Is there nothing more for us to say?" "Everything has been said." When her gaze met his, it was utterly cold and stripped of any warmth. A raw, inexpressible pain surged within his chest, sharp and unrelenting.

I died. My body felt light, like a wisp of smoke. I floated up to the vaulted ceiling of St. Patrick's Cathedral and watched Marco holding my cold body. As if he were holding the ruins of his world. So this was it. The soul wasn't a myth after all. Just a wisp of smoke, weightless and invisible. I watched him hold a grand funeral for me. All the important people in New York were there, their faces masks of fake sadness.

Jane nodded and was quite relieved that Amy didn't hear her. Although she didn't show, Amy was a little stressed about this situation, and thus nothing else mattered to her at that point. * "I'm telling you!" Mr. J said as he stood in front of the gang leader. "They're planning to take over the underworld. She even claimed to be Summer Astley." He was looking anxious as if his death was coming any time soon, face covered with sweat and eyes unfocused.

He ordered his friend. The other guy pulled his phone and turned it around, showing me the screen, it was a video call with someone. It showed me the house Cara and everyone else are staying at, movement fluttered at the window, I looked closer and it was Lilly, "Our man is right there, if you don't listen to us, he'll kill that little girl right away," My heart sped and I lifted my head up, "No one needs to get hurt, just come with us, your uncle only wants to talk." What the -- ?

“Shawn, I’m coming to you with our baby.” … I was back at Shawn’s funeral when I opened my eyes again. My body felt translucent. No one could see me. But it was all right. I was dead now, which meant I could see my Shawn again. I scanned the room and searched for his presence. Finally, I saw him. He was standing beside Jenna. I instinctively rushed toward him. “Shawn, I finally found you! We’re having a baby!” However, my hands passed right through him. Shawn did not seem to hear me. He turned to comfort his grieving parents and said, “Dad, Mom, don’t cry. It’s me. I’m not dead.”

Time passed by quickly and it was 6 pm already. Ann was dressed in a sky blue trumpet, halter-neck gown. It went slightly below her hips, straight, and then flared down to her ankle. Instead of heels, she wore flats and tied her hair in two pigtails. She looked…

Since he was bringing it up himself, it not only saved me the trouble but also made me feel relieved. Nodding, I said calmly, "Fine. I'll call the photographer to cancel the photoshoot." Dante was startled. He hadn't expected me to agree to it so readily. Then, doing his best to hide his uneasiness, he continued, "You don't need to cancel it. Isobel says she might never have a chance to get married, so she wants to do a wedding photoshoot with me. That way, she can pretend like she got married as well and won't have any regrets.