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

The lullaby of death forced me to close my eyes and drift into pure calmness. I don't know if I am already dead or I am hanging between life and death. The one thing, I am sure of is that I feel contented. I don't feel a burning passion for revenge surfacing inside me nor I felt regret crawling up my spine. Maybe dead cannot feel emotions or maybe it is the fact that even after my death, Miller World won't be in the wrong hands. I had already made my will. After my death, my all assets will belong to Vincent and if anything happens to him all my assets will be donated to charity.

Every cent went to support the family. She nibbled her lower lip and tried to concentrate on her novel. Hercules Poirot uncovered the murderer, the motive was laid bare, and all from brilliant deduction of seemingly insignificant facts. She couldn’t figure out how, and now her mind, without warning, flipped to her dad, Jacob Stewart. How long can he wait for a heart to be available?

I heared my phone beep and I looked to see a notification from Racheal, it was a photo and I clicked it open to see her and a guy on bed together and I shook my head, knowing fully well what she was up to. I grabbed my novel as I began to read from where I stopped while waiting for Vicenzo to finish up his meal. "I prayed for death but everytime I closed my eyes, I woke up to see the dawn of a new day and that was when I realised death wasn't coming to me anytime soon because I was destined for greater things" I heared Vicenzo say and I glanced up at him and looked at the novel in my hands once again as it clicked in my head "Those words you just spewed out are from the novel I'm reading" I

--- William lay there, studying Zachary as if everything still felt unreal. “How long… was I out?” he asked, his voice still rough. “Almost a year,” Zachary replied. “A year…” William frowned deeply. A year was enough to change everything. “Too much has happened,” Zachary continued. “Mr. Wilson is dead. He was killed by his housekeeper. Vivian was charged with murder. She lost her mind after a few months in prison. Wilson Group has already been acquired by Reynolds Corporation.” William listened in shock. In his memory, his last conversation with Mr. Wilson still felt like yesterday.

Live amongst the stories and myths, on the periphery of the world. What if he were the one to fall? The possibility was one he had to consider. He hoped Will would be the one to do it. He pictured the shock in Will’s eyes when he realized he had taken a life. There was something that happened to you after killing someone. Something inside of you changed after that. Something fundamental inside just broke. He could go to the afterlife in peace knowing that his death brought Will torment. It was almost the better alternative. What did he want more? A world without Will, or a world with Will’s perpetual suffering? Both were equally appetizing. No matter which way things went, he would destroy h

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

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Maybe asking about his death was a awful idea. “I am so sorry, I am not losing my mind or anything, it is just. Oh, how do I say this?’ She wipes at the tears streaming down her cheeks. “He had a very severe back problem. I know, he sounds really old, but he wasn’t. Anyway, the day he passed away, he had a spasm that was so bad that he couldn’t breathe. I was reading this book that we had said we were going to read together, except he was a very slow reader, and I was so far ahead in the book and so lost in it that I didn’t hear my phone vibrating next to me when he called. I got to a part in the book where everyone died aside from like four people and I picked up my phone to call him, to sp

“I hope I’m not intruding.” Vera stepped into the bedroom, shutting the door gently behind her. Her heart had begun to pound. “What is this about?” she asked, her voice sharper than she meant. There was a pause. Then Eliza said, “It’s about your mother’s will.” Vera felt like the floor shifted beneath her feet. “My mother’s… will?” “Yes. There are matters she requested be delayed until the fifth anniversary of her passing. That date is… tomorrow.” Vera sat down on the edge of the bed, barely breathing. “Delayed?”