I Can See Your Death Novels & Stories

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Who else would be so extravagant to book the place for an entire month in advance? Julius led me to a room. After loosening his tie, he placed his hands on his hips. I had to admit, the guy was good-looking. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist…he made me dizzy. After spending months surrounded by handsome men, I had almost become immune to such charms, but when it came to Julius, I couldn't help it. "What... What do you want from me?" I asked. He smirked. "That’s what I should be asking you. Faking your death to fool everyone and then dragging my mom into this nonsense too. You've got some nerve."

My eyes begin to slowly shut, “If you're not the first thing I see when I wake up, I'll take back my word and kill that motherfucker.” Then everything goes black.

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ⚠️ WARNING : VIOLENCE CONTENT⚠️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** "It's the first time I've seen someone coming alone to his death. Yeah it's you, you welcome your death with open arms... Do you want to kill yourself." Gael joins me as I walk between the empty buildings and look up at the night sky, I don't know what to do next.

It was greater than the love I once had for her, that phase was a memory I wouldn't remember anymore. She can't die just yet, she has to die by my hands, I need to rip her apart myself after saving the sword. *..I will find you, Kyra. I will take down the world just to meet you again and this time I will kill you most horrible and unimaginable, I will crush you to a point of nothingness. Even your soul will get its share of my wrath..* I whispered to her before finally crouching to the ground and passing out after a loud growl.

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

Reed stood behind me, watching for any threat that might try to come from behind. Despair seeped through my veins like a slow-moving poison, choking out any hope that was left within me. The darkness had become so impenetrable that I could not see my hand in front of me. The only thing I could see was the shining yellow eyes of Coven. Trying every power that was left inside me, I managed to zoom in on my vision and I could see things a little more clearly.

Intense. Real. An affliction with no antidote. Because no pain can come equally to what I felt at that moment, how it was all ripped away from me when I saw life ever so slowly leave his eye; nothing can take away the vision of him as he slipped away from me. It doesn't matter which way you slice it, look at it or analyze it. It'll always come up with the same sum... same fact, that he is dead. And the man who killed him is still out there. Still breathing, alive and planning more ruin.

His silver-gray eyes were peering into my own as if searching my soul for an answer. “Am I not supposed to be seeing you? And you are not answering my question. What are you?” I waited for him to speak, watching his lips for his words to come out. “I have never met a human who can see me, unless they are dead, and going to Hell.” “Shit! I knew it. I am fucking dead!” I turned and kicked my crashed car. My foot instantly ached with pain, but what did I care? I was a dead woman.