I Thought You Were Dead Book Novels & Stories

He looked at me suspiciously and I understood he probably thought that I was crazy. “I-I honestly didn’t think that you would be this affected by her death,” He sniffed and I rolled my eyes. “You have to believe me, Nathan.” I snapped. “The author of the book is the one planning Valentina’s death.” I spent the next twenty minutes trying to explain the whole story to him, from the beginning till what happened today. For starters, he thought I was crazy and I was deeply affected by Valentina’s sudden demise. But he realized that I wasn’t joking, and I explained every other thing, including the ones I didn’t want him to know.

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.

I was moving out of the warehouse when my phone rang. "Yes" “We found her boss”… Cutting the call, I looked behind and found that man dead due to pain and screaming… “ I will kill them, I am coming, kitten…” So guys how's the update, please let me know, what do you think. This story is getting near its end and I am very much excited to complete my first book. Thanks to all my readers who are supporting me from the start and now also. I am very much thankful to all of you friends.

I'm dying in a hot guy's arms, after all. My mind exploded with wild thoughts as my body remained stiff. The live chat went crazy. "Does this idiot even know people can read her mind? What is she thinking?" "I think she's doing it on purpose. Didn't you see the final boss blushing?" "Oh my God! I think I'm shipping them. Don't die, idiot. I want to keep shipping this!" I didn't know how crazy the live chat was getting. All I saw was the final boss' face shift through a range of emotions.

The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

Elita I thought as the water would fill my lungs and I would struggle to breathe, I would think about how normal it was. I had died once before. And the pain would be nothing new. In fact, I would recall everything I suffered. The dark nights. The bloody days. The empty world. I would remember every time I woke up to find that I had fallen one level below from yesterday. I would remember how I slowly forgot what I had destroyed everything for. I would remember my desperate attempts to save my life.

She continues frantically flipping through the pages of her book. I´m fracking out while saying, “But if I'm here, DOES IT MEAN I'M DEAD?” She lifts her nose from the book to look at me, frowning at my words as she says, “WHAT? NO!!! Well, not yet anyway. What I'm trying to say is that it's not your time yet. You're not dead, but you're not alive either. After killing the rogues, you weren't supposed to come back here.” I open my eyes wide as I yell, “RETURN? When was I here?”

I'm fated to her grandson and there is little she can do about it. 'what? Can this girl mind-read my thoughts? Because I do not remember asking her what she is doing here out loud. And is she not supposed to be dead?' Edina thought in her mind without moving her lips, but I could hear every word of it. I stepped back with my eyes widened as I was caught off guard by me listening to her thoughts… and what did she mean she I'm supposed to be dead? My heart raced vigorously while I slowly walked past her. "Excuse me." My lips unknowingly said and hurriedly sauntered straight to my bedroom. I ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to awaken all my senses.

I said while holding the book, I was really shocked at what was happening now, causing me to sit on the couch. My overthinking is really bad because I think it will come true oh maybe it won't. I don't know, I was holding my head while staring at the diary. I don't want to think what I'm thinking now because of my brain. Did Clark k*ll him? Did Clark kill Zak?! "N-no, t-this can't be happening." stammering as if to say, I was about to open the book when I heard a hug coming from above. Quickly put it in the bag and stand up again then close the bag.

“Completely. No trail. No body. No way for anyone to find me. I want the world to believe I’m dead.” I stopped, my hand drifting to my still-flat stomach. “And my baby comes first. Whatever you arrange, my child stays safe.” There was only the briefest pause. “Three million dollars,” she said. “And it can be done.” I didn’t hesitate. A divorce hadn’t been enough to free me from a man like Luca Moretti. So this time, I would use death. And I would not give him another chance to beg, explain, or drag me back into his world.