I'll Be Dead By Dawn Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm gonna destroy all of them one by one. Darrell your end is near!

“Was escaping from your father, was that phase easier to handle that this stupid heartbreak?” “Yes! It. Is. Not. Easy.” I panted loudly, “I feel as if death will be mercy for me, but I can’t die, because Ashton, Ivy, Lucas, Gerard and even Isa are after Dawn. I can’t even die because I know they’ll fucking kill her or…” “H-ey! Hey! Kai? K-Kai? He-y!”

“Huh?” “I killed them. I killed Eddie. I fought with him in the parking lot, then I followed him. He was so dumb, oh god.” Dawn shook her head. I stood there wide-eyed. “Wha…what? But why?” “Because he betrayed me! We weren’t even fully breaking up with me, and yet he was out there taking you out on a date and touching you on top of it! He was an asshole. I did you a favor by killing him,” Dawn said.

“I’m… surprised you haven’t seen it. Even Dawn wasn’t aware until we told her moments ago.” A cold wave washed over me. “So she knows?” I whispered. “Now she does.” I didn’t know whether to scream, collapse, or run inside. My brain refused to absorb it. My heart refused to accept it. My mouth refused to form another word. Dead. Ethan is dead, those loan sharks have finally killed him and if care is not taken Dawn is next. I took a step back, bumping into my own car. My chest rose and fell in short, sharp breaths.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

They sent out search boats and professional divers and worked through the night till dawn broke. "Found him!" someone called out. They pulled up the body I had arranged in advance. Only when the evidence was undeniable would Serena and Ethan truly believe I was dead. At the same moment, I was hauled up by the backup I’d arranged in advance. Gus walked over in long strides. "Caleb. Everything's ready. All that's left is waiting for them to walk into the trap." The sun rose slowly. Serena ripped out her IV and wrecked the hospital room. She refused treatment for her leg and insisted on going back to the place we had lived together.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

The fiery nightmares were gone, replaced by a peace and freedom in my soul like I have never known. The money from the sale of the old house? I kept my promise and sent it to Silvia's account. That was when my phone buzzed with a news update. It was Silvia's face on the screen, at Derrick's wedding. I watched as she marched up with a can of gasoline. In front of everyone, she doused Derrick with it and tossed a lighter, igniting a firestorm. Derrick's screams pierced the air, and pandemonium broke out. The flames cast a wild glow on Silvia's face as she laughed, a chilling, unhinged cackle.