Novel & Cerita I Can See Your Death

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.

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.

My vision tinted gold. "You're dead." I growled.

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.’

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

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.

The pain, it overcame all my senses. It pressed against my chest. It pulsed. Darkness started to take over. It was so painful. I never thought it would be this much painful. They say when you die, your whole life flash before your eyes. But I only saw...I only saw her. I tried to keep my eyes opened but I couldn't. I couldn't. I saw her, but she was so young. I was young too. She ran toward me, her small figure tried to reach for me and she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.