Novel & Cerita I Can See Your Death Spoiler

And Trixie—Trixie’s pretending she’s fine, but her jaw’s clenched so hard she might break her teeth. I can hear the flower retracting. That horrible, slow, soft scraping noise as it curls into the stone like a secret we’re not allowed to have. We don’t have time. I glance at Michael first. “Look at me.” He doesn’t move. “Michael. Look at me.” His eyes finally snap to mine, wide and wild. “They’re dead. I saw you die. I killed you. I can’t—I can’t breathe—” “It’s not real,” I say sharply. “None of this is real.”

Third Person POV Swallowing the sob rising in her throat, Isabella turned and fled. She couldn't let them see her, couldn't let them know she'd overheard their twisted scheme. She found refuge in a dimly lit alcove, hidden behind a towering floral arrangement. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind racing, trying to process the betrayal. All of these at once, and that too on her birthday, it wasn't everyday that she would hate herself but today was just it and she had had about enough.

“Our Alpha was named a traitor, but the only traitor is you.” Gasps ripped through the crowd. “I saw you,” he went on, pointing at me with his hand, shaking with it. “I saw you hiding in the pack house while the alpha king was there, then whispering with Lumian all over him. Playing your little games.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “You’re the reason he’s dead.” The crowd erupted. Voices clashed, shouting over each other, some angry, some confused, some just raw with loss. My head rang with it, my chest burning like I’d swallowed fire.

Flame answers. “That is not possible. I watched as they were put to death. There is no way that he saw them. He must have seen two that looked like them.” I state. I watch as she pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through what I am guessing is her email. I stand there waiting since I know she is going to show me something. I know she wouldn’t lie to me, but there is no way that they are alive. I was watching from the shadows as they were killed. I stood there staring at her phone after she shoved it in my face.

~death~ "Fuck me, I knew this was going to be a bad idea. When the Prez finds out, I'm dead. But at this moment, seeing her flawless pale skin and realizing she wasn't wearing a bra... When I noticed she was missing during the chaos of our return, I didn't think much of it. But when I looked around for her and saw she wasn't in her room, I cursed and quickly went out looking for her. Thank fuck I did. I found her a good ways from the clubhouse, walking. I could tell something was wrong the moment I looked into her eyes, so I decided to take a different route and head to a nearby motel. Here I am now, with her splayed out on top of me, asking her if she's sure about this. Her eyes bore into m

They waited for him to calm as they sit on the mansion’s staircase below the door. “You saw what?” Rico ask. “Everyone, being dead. I hope it is just an illusion, or my mind tricking me. But the feeling, it feels real,” Geuron explained. “It’s natural to feel fear, just by thinking about you just saw. You said you can see what’s going to happen next right? Maybe it’s a sign we need to do something to prevent that death from happening,” Niffa said as they look at her in surprise. “How? All I saw is the result, I didn’t see what happened before our death,” Geuron said.

I lay in his arms in a pool of my own blood, the sound of his beating heart lulling me into a slumber I'll never awaken from. So, with the last of my strength, I wipe my blood-covered hand across the tears streaking down his face. "Forgive yourself... for me." With those last words, my hand falls, and death takes me in its arms one last time. **** I don't need someone to tell me what that was. My mother went through it, so did Elias. And now, so have I. I've just foreseen my death. "Now, where were we?" ****THE END****

“He’s already dying. What could you possibly do that I cannot?” My stomach twists. I glance at Damien again, his lips pale, his chest moving faintly under the weight of the machines. “I can see it,” I say. The doctor tilts his head. “See what?” “His death,” I answer softly. My throat tightens. “I saw it before I came here. I see it every time I close my eyes.” The room goes silent. The doctor stares at me, searching my face for any sign of madness. His lips press into a hard line.

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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.