I Can See Your Death Spoiler Novels & Stories

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

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.

the assistant ventured cautiously, "there were wounds on her body. It looks like someone brought her in for surgery before she died. I haven't had time to investigate the details, but something doesn't add up. Two days ago, she even asked me to help her prepare an anniversary gift for you. She planned to spend the day with you—this sudden accident doesn't make sense. I suspect..." "Someone killed her?" Allen's voice turned icy. His fingers clenched around the medical records, knuckles white with tension. "Find out everything. How did she get to the hospital? Who took her to the operating room? I want answers. Every detail. Whoever harmed Mia—I won't let them go." Without waiting for a reply,

"I swear to God, I saw her eyes." But the screen didn't lie. The timestamps didn't lie. Isabella Santiago died in a fire. Alessia Moretti was just a cruel cosmic joke sent to punish me. I reached for another bottle of vodka on the desk. I brought the bottle to my lips and drank until the burning in my throat matched the burning in my soul. I miss you so much. God, Bella... I thought I found you. In the morning, when the alchol had worn off and my head was a little clearer. I called Russo again.

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.

I declared. She glanced at me with loathe. “What’s with your eyes? So creepy!” Suddenly sharp claws grabbed her reflection’s head. After some split seconds, her head bursted. Blood splattered everywhere. “Dorothy Meyer, I saw you die,” I inevitably stated.

Victor seemed to understand her thoughts and said with a weird tone, "What can you see inside the room? Go outside if you want to see. Let's see who's going to die." ***

I wanted to make it a surprise for Ryan, and then grant him a lethal death. In the blink of an eye, all the mutant dogs lay down dead on the floor, their corpses littered all over the cliff bottom, and I could feel the angry stares of the venom woman herself. Not only that, the crowds stood in curiosity waiting for the strange sliver of a being that appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered all their players. Slowly, I let the light diminish, and my face became visible under the reflection of the dark sky and the glowing moon. A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible."

Then, slowly and silently, the door to my hospital ward was pushed open. Eugene slipped in, dressed in a nurse's uniform. In his hand was a syringe filled with a clear liquid. It was a high-concentration potassium chloride solution. Once pushed into a vein, it would trigger instant cardiac arrest. He wanted to make it look like there'd been a medical accident. "Why won't you just die, you blind freak?" He ground out the words as he leaned over my bed. "Andrea's eyes will always be fixed on you for as long as you're alive. You're in my way!"

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."