God Of Death Love Apples の小説・ストーリー

Eleven sentences that covered twenty years of a question my family had been living inside without fully knowing the shape of it. The panel found that the death of Robert Crawford, on the fourteenth of March twenty years ago, was consistent with an acute cardiac event. It found, however, that the circumstances preceding the event, specifically a private meeting arranged by Margaret Soo at a location chosen by Soo, at a time that prevented Crawford from reaching the authorities as planned the following morning, constituted a deliberate interference with Crawford's intended disclosure of financial fraud. The panel further found that Soo's conduct that evening, including her administration of a

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'Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.' 🌹🌹The Wedding (Part 6) 🌹🌹 Realm of the Gods: Lord Daniel appeared at the realm of the gods, the gate that separated the supernatural and the gods, and met Ares waiting for him.

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

"Don't take my life just yet. I've been praying to God, He will surely grant my wish, so please wait a moment. Hum? Please!" This is unnatural, humans shouldn't be able to see or hear our voices. It's against fate. But, what do I care? I just have to finish my mission as fast as possible and get back to my job. "Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!"

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

He whispered my name, his voice carrying a terror and anguish I had never heard from him before. But the only answer was silence. I watched him bury his face in his hands, muffled sobs leaking through his fingers—like a lone wolf who had lost his entire world. Belated devotion is cheaper than dirt. I hovered before him and spoke softly, my voice calm and flat: "I've finally died, just as you wished. So why bother pretending you ever loved me?"

" I froze. It turned out that the tears Evan had shed by the delivery bed weren't for me. The reason he had renounced his worldly pursuits wasn't to pray for me as well. Everything he did was for Jade. All the affection he had for me was never real. The reason Evan had named our son Jadon Moore wasn't at all because of his gratitude to God—but it was because of her! All that talk about the most perfect and grand marriage of convenience—they were all merely his lies. I was nothing more than a pawn in the game of love between him and his first love. Those once-sweet words had now turned into sharp blades, slicing away at my sanity.

"Who does Leo truly love? For Eva, press 1. For Cleo, press 2!" Thousands of "1"s flooded the screen. To the public, Leo's devotion to Eva was unquestionable. But then, a sudden burst of special effects lit up the chat, and thousands of virtual helicopters streaked across the screen. One user, under the name SangueFreddo, dropped an avalanche of expensive gifts before sending a single message. "I love Cleo." Cleo laughed, looking proud and triumphant. "Did you see that? He said he loves me more."

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…