Novel & Cerita I Can See Your Death

He added in a trembling voice and proceeded to punch his still body in the chest, his hand passing through. Scared he pulled out his right hand, turning it over, again and again, to stare at it. It was transparent like he was fading away. He brought his left hand up and checked it to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was just the same, he could see the tiled floor. “ Don’t play this trick on me, Marco.” He warned his dead body angrily and decided to pull him up by his collar. His hands passed through once again. “ No! No!.” He whispered, the tears running down his cheeks as he withdrew his hands. “ It can't be.” He muttered in disbelief.

"Are you threatening me by standing here in the rain like this?" He froze. "If I don't soften up and forgive you, are you prepared to die here in the rain and let everyone around us call me heartless and cold-blooded?"

Zack collapsed on the floor like a broken man, his laughter hollow and crazed as he said to me, “The day I walk out of prison will be the day you die!” I pressed my lips together and shook my head. “You’re never getting out…”

"Isabella!" "Get down!" Something plows into me, taking me to the hard floor of purgatory, which is uneven and familiar. My eyes shoot open—I did not know that action was still available—and I see grass. In death, I am a ghost. This seems like a good deal, at least I can still see my mate everyday. I can scare Kendra towards the right boys. Finding humor in death may be my only way of coping with it. Then I feel it. The sensation, the particular one I was so disappointed in loosening just moments ago. My mates touch, the feel of his skin. Did he die also?

I can't face them, I'm terrified. I hear footsteps stomping and I jerk my head up. I stare at the wall and let the tears fall down my cheeks. They're here. They found me. I'm dead. I hear a loud buzzing echo around me and I know it's over. It's hard to see, the only thing I can see is a bright light. What is happening! I want to go home.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

All he could think about was my injured figure. "I'm Theo. Liam's dead." His words left Mia completely stupefied. It took her ages before she finally managed to shriek, "What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me that I've been getting in bed with my mate's brother every night?" "That's right, and you did it knowingly, too!"

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

I hadn't hurt anyone, but why had I to see such inhumane images in the third year after my death? I floated down and looked at the tiny baby. This was the first time I saw that child. I didn't cry when I was killed by Vivian. I didn't cry when I watched Winston dissect me with his own hands. But now, my tears were falling without stopping. This child already had hands and feet. If I hadn't been killed by Vivian, this child would have been over two years old by now.

he whispered, leaning his head back as if asking the universe why he couldn’t just die. But then, slowly, his lips curled into a smile. A twisted one. “Oh right… I still have to kill him.” Aron's eyes fluttered open. A shelf loomed in front of him, its reflective glass catching his gaze. He didn’t just see his own reflection. He saw Hilda—leaning against his shoulder, asleep. He froze. Slowly, he straightened up and looked beside him. There she was, resting her head against a pillar. Expressionless, Aron stared at her. A voice in his head urged him to end her life.