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

“That’s why you’re not so bothered about him dying, because you know you’re in that will.” “I’m not bothered because he’s actually not dying. Stop trying to make an anthill where their ants live. Are you all saying that you don’t want to know the content of his will?” I looked at each of them in the face. “Is that what you’re saying? Because if it is, dad can just keep quiet about the will, and we will find out when he dies. How does that work for you, hmm?” They all kept silent. Of course, confronted with the question of waiting ages and ages for the will or knowing its content now definitely shut them up. It just goes to tell me that they really were just making this all about themselves a

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Nathan. There was no answer. Willow, still panting and clutching the door frame for support, stammered helplessly, "H-how did Ms. Bartlett die? What should I do?" Jake exhaled deeply before asking Willow to keep trying to contact Nathan. He methodically contacted the funeral home and the doctor. He had to find out how I died and how long I had been dead so he could give Nathan an explanation.

On the day of my pyre, my body had been reassembled. The mortician was skilled. I looked… almost whole. For a moment, I studied the still figure laid out before the sacred flames. I had to admit— Death became me. I looked better than I had in years. No fear. No pain. No exhaustion carved into my bones. Just stillness. Peace. My parents came to see me off. Caden could not. Pack justice for killing Seraphina had been swift—and merciless.

As soon as I finished my library shift, I took my things which included my book bag and my favorite novel. I wanted to read the last pages of my favorite novel before meeting my ultimate death and erasing myself from existence. I had already now planned my own death. I was going to take pills from my mother’s cabinet and die from overdose. I would breathe my last breath in this horrible lonely world and finally get some rest and peace. When it comes to what happens after death, I actually did not know and hoped I would just be erased from existence.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

I know the mortgage is probably three-four months behind in payments by now, but you'll find what's necessary. Oh, in case you're wondering. I probably died from a congenital heart defect that usually occurs in men in our family, and somehow a chromosome crossed somewhere, and I was chosen for it as well. I've known my time here on earth was limited for some time, so I prepared in advance. I don't think, or at least I hope, there is no possibility of foul play. My attorney has one last thing to send you and when my actions are settled with the sheriff and other authorities, he will send it to you.

While I’m just sitting and been holding my breath as I watch how fast and intense his fight is. The guy was tough that he still not tapping to surrender. Again, Linus' arms flexed as he put more force with it and strangling the man. If the man won’t tap, he will never see the sun shines tomorrow and the next day, and for a lifetime. A couple of seconds runs when the man finally surrendered. “Gosh, what takes him too long to surrender? He almost died,” Reina blurted. “Maybe he doesn’t want to surrender yet,” Nena said.

Three days ago was the day the drug dealers took me away. Looking at Zack's distant expression, I suddenly remembered how, at Mom's funeral, he'd tearfully asked me to drop dead. Would he be happy to know that I was dead now? I quietly stayed by his side, watching as he methodically cleaned up the autopsy table. Everyone started returning one by one. Zack's assistant soon walked in with a document in hand. "Are the results ready?" he asked, looking at the assistant. The assistant nodded, his expression turning grim. "I ran a DNA comparison at the police database. The victim is…"

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .