Novel & Cerita I Delayed My Death Because Of A Will Novel

he said with a disturbing expression on his face "Why are you suddenly speaking like an old man,"Will said with a small smirk "well we are getting old, I am 32 this year" **sigh** they both stood up and walked outside the room "By the way, how is Althea doing?" "She is dead" Will said calmly "What?" Charles shouted "how can you say that so calmly?" he asked getting agitated "Should I cry while telling you?" "Not like that, but st--" "she died while protecting Zia" will interrupt

"What's wrong with you people? Did I say anything wrong? It's her fault—selfishly surviving while refusing to help her sister!" "Stop! As you wish, your eldest daughter is already dead." Mom was stunned for a moment. Then disdain flickered across her face. "What are you talking about? Did she ask you to—" The nurse's fists clenched, her gaze sharp as flint. "We're not heartless enough to joke about life! Your eldest daughter bled to death in the hospital! Are you happy now?" The smirk froze on Mom's face. Dad, who had just caught up, stood rooted to the spot behind Mom. Then, his fingers went slack, and the phone slipped from his hand and shattered into pieces.

, he couldn't maintain his poker face anymore. He had been keeping it in for the past two days. And that had gone to waste as his eyes instantly reddened. "Mr. Miller, you don't have to write a will. You're fine. You'll be fine!" Now that things had come to this point, Ethan was even calmer than before. "I only have a little more than a day to live. After a lot of hard work, I finally arrived at this village. "Even if I leave the village, I have to waste about a day to do it. If her mom comes back as soon as I leave, there's not much point in leaving for me. I would rather stay here and wait.

"If you're watching this, I'm probably already gone. The doctors say I have cancer, and I've got seven days left at most. "I thought about saying a lot, but then I realized there's no point. You've never had the patience to listen to me anyway. In your eyes, there's only Esme. So, I'll just say this—in my next life, I never want to be Edwin's wife, and I never want to be your daughter again." The clip ended there. It was barely 30 seconds long, yet it summed up my entire life. Edwin's chest tightened. The phone slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor.

"I want this done in three days. Dead men don't get in the way." Delia froze mid-step. Rigid. Silent. Her lips quivered, but not a word came out. Then her phone buzzed. A message from Danny, the PI. [William Wright is dead.]

The room was spinning again, and this time,m, I was sure I would die an time soon. "Finish it," one of the others said, his voice cold and emotionless. The bulkier man raised the axe, and I closed my eyes tighter, bracing for the end. So this was it, my end. I was going to die and literally no one would know until maybe in the future Elizabeth decided to come check out the warehouse. There's no possibility she's even going to find my body, because this storeroom was a place we rarely look at. I would be rotting away and no one would know.

I choked on my spit as I tried to form a coherent sentence, but nothing was making sense in my head. The words kept playing over and over again. Kael would be killed. This had to be my worst nightmare. Much worse than seeing Zane dying in my presence. I had put so much hope and trust in Zane. Even though I didn't love him. Zane was mean to me and he had almost killed me, but I had trusted him to help me out of my misery. Only then would I be finally free from my impending doom. Zane died as if it wasn't enough, now Kael. Another person I had put so much trust in.

CHAPTER 6 – Shay I was sent the job to kill you. Kill you. Kill you. The words kept racing around my brain. Who would want to kill me? And since when did Will become a gun for hire? I was nobody—less than nobody. “There must be some mistake,” I said, shaking my head. “Who would want to kill me? The only person with the slightest incentive would be Andrew and he is in prison.” Will cleared his throat. “Andrew was killed two days ago in a freak accident in the state penitentiary.”

I remembered my dear mother dying slowly and painfully, after she’d been (‘wrongfully’) delivered by her late husband. I’d witnessed ‘proper’ prospers carried out and their resultant effects which were usually immediate, if such a victim wasn’t a strong Christian. But today I was going to see what happened to an initiate whose ‘time was up.’ My invisible double arrived at the Senator’s palatial residence at seven in the morning, while he was awake, healthy and with his two lawyers cross-checking something that resembled his will. My invisible double almost laughed, because the document was going to be useless after his immediate family experienced what I and Tarami just experienced.

Novel shouted. “Why do you let that witch control you?” The scene shifted again. Ten-year-old Novel was handing little Alessia a pill. “Alessia, take this. It will help you forget the bad things.” I watched my younger self swallow it. Then, back to when we were five. I walked into the living room with sleepy eyes. My parents were lying dead on the floor. Novel was standing over them, covered in blood. “Alessia... Mistress Elora killed Mom and Dad,” Novel said, her voice trembling. She helped me up and took me to our room. “Take this pill, Alessia. You never saw what happened.”