Novel & Cerita I Thought You Were Dead Book

I understood then. The people I cherished most were the ones who wanted me dead. I could only hope that once they got their wish, they would live to regret it when they finally learned the truth. In my final moments, as the Rogue's claws tore open my chest, the force of the blow tore my spirit from my body. I floated in the air, watching my own mutilated body lie on the forest floor, bathed in moonlight. At that moment, my Alpha and fated mate, Damon, was kneeling beside my sister, Chloe.

What manner of creature stood before me? 'I'm dead,' I thought, fingers clawing helplessly at the wallpaper behind me, nails catching on the delicate pattern my mother had chosen years ago. The familiar texture offered no comfort, no anchor to normalcy. ‘This is how it ends. This person will kill me right here on the floor, and no one will discover my body until the afternoon servants arrive.’

At our werewolf academy's graduation party, someone asked the most popular girl in our class what the best decision she'd made in the past few years was. She stole a shy, coy glance at the man on the sofa, then pointed at me with open contempt. "Obviously, turning away some pathetic wretch when she came kneeling at our pack's gates, begging for help. "If that hadn't made her disappear without a word, how else would the Alpha have promised to make me his future Luna?" Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes full of scorn as they looked at me. "A lowborn Omega had the nerve to set her sights on becoming Luna? Her pack deserved to be wiped out!" Only the man whose very presence commanded autho

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

I'd run in what felt like a straight line for minutes, and somehow I'd ended up right back where I started. "How—" "It's my space, Iris. My rules." She crouched down, bringing herself to my level. "There is no escape. There is no way out. There is only the story." "I died," I said, my voice breaking. "I already died. How am I supposed to finish your book if I'm dead?"

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

"We're too late... Dead... for at least 48 hours... Dehydration, high fever... Organ failure..." My father's mind went blank before he felt the world spin. He grabbed the scorching metal container wall to steady himself. The child he had locked up here and the bloodline he had with his beloved woman was truly gone. Axel clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. He looked at my frail body before the oven-like shipping container, a wave of overwhelming regret and pain washing over him. He now understood why I asked to let me find my mother as I rushed toward the driveway.

The moment Josiah saw me, his face twisted with contempt. "Your mom just died, and you're dressed like that? She never had much dignity when she was alive. Now her body's rotting like this… Guess the kidnappers figured her money was dirty and not worth taking." I had thought Vivian had been the one who delayed the ransom. But Josiah actually thought the dead woman was my mother? Besides, what gave him the right to insult her like that? Back when he had nothing, it was my mother who funded his startup.

My mind was already racing with one thought, over and over: Whoever did this… they’re dead.

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to