I Can See Your Death Spoiler Novels & Stories

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

Just before the door closed, a figure stumbled through the outer containment ward. Coach Kane. His eyes were red and wet, tears streaming openly. He threw himself in front of the transport door, holding a weathered, age-yellowed scroll of records, and slammed it against the door. "Jasmine is dead." His voice cracked into something barely human, the sound of a man who had nothing left to hold back. "Both of them are dead. You killed them both."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Beth smirked as she cocked the gun and squinted at me. I'm so scared, I think this is the end of the world for me. "Don't kill me! It's a pity!" I begged Beth but she laughed out loud like a demon. "Goodbye Agatha... just say hello to Don Jose in heaven," he said while holding the gun. "Don't!" I screamed but saw that my chest was covered in blood. While the darkness is slowly engulfing me, I can still see Beth's loud laughter. "My son..." was the last word I said,

Then, after revealing Alyosha’s name, Kai shoves his fist through Ilya’s chest and pulls out his heart. I take a step backward and feel a heaviness in my heart at seeing my mate’s death - he smiles and mutters a thank you to Caterina before slumping forward. The suddenness of his death astounds me and I can do nothing but stare when everything blinks to black. Goddess didn’t mention Ilya would be dying at all; what was the point in showing me his death like that? It was cruel and… understandable. I still don’t know what I’m supposed to learn from this!

That was the signal for the departure of everyone who watched us as if the show was over. At that point, I could not help but gasp as the transparent liquid went down from my eyes to my cheeks. But before anyone could notice it, I immediately wiped away the tears that welled my eyes. I got up from the trade while still carrying the book. I turned to look back at Hailey and Albus. There, I saw them again. I saw two black shadows behind them. Two grim reapers who would soon take their souls to the other side of the world.

A swirl of dark energy dissipated into nothingness. Melody stared in terror, her eyes locked on the shattered remnants of the statue. "No! Don't!" she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She looked at me as if she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands. Just as she lunged toward me, the stage curtains were drawn open. The audience below had witnessed everything. Reporters whipped out their phones, snapping photos. Thomas and Evelyn sat in stunned disbelief, staring at Melody. The truth was clear now; they had been wrong from the start.

“Tell me what you saw.” She sighed and then finally looked up to meet my eyes. “You died,” she whispered. “I saw you dying. Scott is going to use the dagger on you, and you aren’t going to make it, Elliot. I’m not sure what happened last night… but whatever it was… it cost you your life.”

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.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."