Novel & Cerita I Can See Your Death

I yelled while my tears contacted the ground. “I p--- promise, I’ll b--- be b--- back” he spoke and closed his eyes, I shaked his whole body but didn’t see any movement which shattered me. I saw death and the dead end. His life, my life, our world and the little bit hope I had left, I saw the end.

Beware of the little girl in a loop of the dream you thought you will never see. Catch the glimpse of the red rose she’s holding. For your fate is in its wing. A camera that foresees for death is in your way. Wish or die in a well of death and hell. Don’t dare to look or temp to see. An evil eye that brought a spear, in death will seek the blood of wickedness and a drop of tear lies the hell of your death.

I opened my eyes, holding my silver-gray gaze in the mirror, and said, "I'm not afraid of death. If death is the solution, so be it." I was marked to die, after all. There was no avoiding the inevitable. I steeled my mind with a deep inhale, then exhale. Clicking my tongue softly, I declared, "I will be the bait."

The housekeeper walked up to him and said with a heavy voice, “Boss, the attack was very sudden. We couldn’t find Madam’s body.” Lloyd’s eyes lit up. “No body? Then, how do you know Nelly’s dead?” “The staff said she didn’t leave with them. Someone saw her get shot in the chest. She probably didn’t survive.” “Why didn’t she run?” Lloyd asked. But no one had an answer. Just then, Lloyd’s assistant ran up to him. “Boss, you need to see the video Madam posted.” [I’m letting you go so you can be with each other. Goodbye.]

His tears fell hot and heavy, passing right through my hand as if I wasn't even there. For the first time since becoming... whatever I am now, I actually felt something—Vincent's tears. But despite everything, it was as if he couldn't see me anymore. I waved my arms, made silly faces, anything to catch his attention, but he didn't react. His eyes remained glued to my gravestone. Seriously, Vincent? Staring at that lifeless photo of me, when I'm standing right here? Can't you see me? Frustrated, I glared at him. But before I could do anything more, a gust of wind swept through, and suddenly, I felt weightless. My body, already barely visible, began to dissolve into the breeze. My vision blurr

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Ivan was silent for a moment before he sighed and said, "Leo's dead." Gripping her phone, Seraphine had a vacant look in her eyes. "So he's really… dead?" Ivan confirmed her suspicions. Then, he said, "We can't bring back the dead. Don't feel too bad about it, Seraphine." "You're worried for nothing. I'm not feeling bad about it at all." Seraphine seemed intent on proving something. She clenched her fists so tightly that she began to bleed, but still, she spoke mercilessly. "I'm glad he's dead. He had it coming. He deserved it!"

This is the death that I want, not feeling hurt or tormented… a fast death with just coldness Before I lost my sight, I looked at Nathan. He’s mouthing something, I just smile and nod. Goodbye, master

I've heard stories that, when you're at death door, your life flashes before you, but it's happening to me now. I see blurry images of my uncle, his wife, my friends, and my family - My pack. Tears flow, freely down my eyes as I thought - Is this how it's going to all end. I could hear voices, shouting in the background. Everything around me became fuzzy. I couldn't see a thing clearly. And lastly, I see Alpha Derek, his face few inches away from mine, and for a second, I see his entire eyeball turn black. He smirk as he say:

“It’s a battle few come out unscathed at the best of times. They all know the risks. Would you fight better or worse knowing you would die tomorrow?” “No, I just feel guilty. This is the part I hate. Not being able to say anything to anyone.” With my new powers, I can see all their futures. They vary depending on the decisions, but I see them played out in real time. Like a thousand movies playing at once. Elio, thank the goddess, is the only one I don’t see. It would be cruel to repeatedly see his pain, his death over and over until it finally happened.