I Can See Your Death Novels & Stories

Even though I was 3, I wasn't stupid, and I knew that I could never disobey those two, so I did as they said. You might have realized but every time I see one's death, my eyes cry blood tears. It always happened. So it's easy to tell if I saw someone's death or not, just by looking at my face. That's how Daisuke knew that I had done it, that night. And by how I reacted, he probably realized that I had seen Avy's death, and so he tried so hard to make me tell him about it. What would he say if he knew I also saw his parents' deaths and didn't tell him about it? I laughed at that thought.

All I see is the same darkness and nothing else. It would be even better if I just closed my eyes as long as there was no bandage. When I close my eyes, my eyes are dark and there is no light to see because I close them. But when my eyes are open and what I see is dark I still can't help but hope that there will be a miracle and all of a sudden I will be able to see. But can I still hope for the miracle that I will be able to see again even though my parents who are the light of my eyes have also been taken from me by heaven? "The doctor said that you can open your eyes now, Lauren," Uncle said later. A few seconds ago I still kept my eyes closed.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

"Listen to this! Listen carefully to the audio and tell me what you mean by this!" The vicious recording was played again from the phone. Jayson's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with unconcealed terror. But he still tried to deny it, attempting to turn the situation around with his horrible acting. "No, wait, this isn't me! It's made with AI! Joshua must have gotten someone to do it! He's trying to frame me!" "Joshua is dead!" Mom screamed, lunging at Jayson and grabbing his neck in a chokehold. "He's been dead for three years! You killed him! It was you!"

There's a tremor in my hand that wasn't there a few second ago. Guilt will do that to you. . . and death. Death that should never have visited a girl in the prime of her life. I lean against my desk as I start up the video once more, this time, forwarding it to the end. I watch as words appear on the screen, words that make no sense to me other than sending a thrill through me. I'm coming for you next. I'm going to take your life and your very existence and make it mine. Be ready!

she said haughtily. "I was checking the financial news today and realized he looks exactly like the Fulton family's heir!" As she spoke, she shoved her phone in my face, almost hitting me in the nose with it as she showed me a photo.

The air snaps like ice splitting under weight. Eliza inhales sharply. Time recoils slightly, recalculating. It pushes harder. My knees threaten collapse. My breath shortens. My vision fractures between tavern and battlefield again. I see myself falling. I see myself standing. I see her kneeling in mud. I see her by the hearth. I see the house that has not happened. All of it overlapping. And I understand something with terrifying clarity. My death is not the problem. Her movement is. If I panic.

I dream of white fire turned violet at the edges; of her hand on my jaw, not in death but in defiance. When the wind turns wrong, I wake certain I’m being watched by something I can’t kill yet. “Soon,” I tell the hush. The hush agrees. And somewhere above gods and below roots, Death laughs once—and files the sound away for later

He knew that someone had just perished and said a prayer. "You shouldn't be messing with the fates Sebastian, they'll fuck you up," Sergio mumbled softly and I snorted at him as I strolled around him and headed to my car. My black mist whipped around me and my glowing eyes cast shadows in the enclosed dark space. Sergio shook his head at me and didn't bother trying to stop me. He knew the stories of my heart breaks of the past, all of my caregivers knew. The garage door opened and I peeled out of the garage, hellbent on getting my boyfriend back. Thankfully it was dark outside since I was in full death mode and looked like a shadow person with wispy ends and two glowing eyes. I had to be car

Now, I watched as James got out of the car and carried Claudia in his arms, walking toward the villa. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm as I pulled out my phone and took a picture—evidence of their betrayal. The female cab driver sighed. "Men—they just can't stay loyal. Just turn a blind eye, lady. It's pass." I lowered my gaze, silent. Why should I be the one to tolerate this? I unlocked my phone and booked an appointment for an abortion the next day.