Novel & Cerita I Would Know Him In Death

I wondered if he remembered anything at all. He scanned the room briefly, ignoring the questions that were thrown at him until his eyes reached mine. I saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze before he gave me a broad smile. “I guess I died,” he joked with a shrug. “I’m going to be known as the dude that beat death.” I couldn’t help but laugh; he had the same sense of humor that I remember so well. I would have run to him and hugged him, but I couldn’t get past all the doctors that surrounded him.

I know that when I die, I will leave a legacy behind. END. *

he puts a nail in the coffin and I know that this will be the death of me, if not moon goddess. ***

~ Vick~ When I heard someone calling my name, I didn't expect it to be Mr. GQ model himself. His intimidating figure stood by the door as he looked at me with those blue eyes that hid something more. "We need to talk," he said, his voice gruff and no-nonsense. I knew my brother had probably told him my situation. As I made my way toward him, I felt a mix of relief and trepidation. This man, Death, was known for his lethal skills and cold demeanor. At least that's what some of the guys told me when I asked.

"Regina, is that you? Am I dreaming?" "Zachary, do you really want to die?" I scoffed coldly. "Does it hurt now that you finally understand what you did? You think you can just end it all with one cut and escape everything you put me through? There's no way I'm letting you off that easy!" He looked at me, desperate, and grabbed my hand. "If you come back, I won't die."

He still did not believe that I was dead and was determined to find me. The article ended with a photo of him at the estate. He looked worn out and broken. He looked nothing like the confident man who used to be admired by so many women in the mafia. When I saw that photo, I did not feel anything. I was not angry, nor did I love him anymore. Maybe he really regretted what happened. Perhaps he only realized his true feelings after I was gone. But I was not going to suffer for him anymore.

It's been a week since I died, and finally, someone found my body. The fire had devoured everything in its path, leaving nothing behind. The authorities couldn't identify me by my belongings, so they had to wait for the DNA results to match me with missing persons reports. Somehow, my soul drifted to where my husband, Charles Lambert was. I thought he'd be frantic, desperate to find me after my disappearance. But the first thing I heard him say wasn't panic or grief.

Well, I just rolled my eyes and gave them my very sexy look. "If you guys suspecting me of being a target of amnesia, then I will turn the table and wake you up. Deku is our classmate! Yes. He died and I'm sad. I cried, okay? I cried! Wait... are you trying to tell me that I got involved on the cause of his death? Don't you dare! He died on heart atack—" "Sava! Deku is one of us! Deku died because you punched him and he easily lost his conscious! Don't you remember that?!" Megs butt in!

I was curious but he looked like he knew who it was. "Do you know who that is?" I asked and he shifted back a little before sighing. "I do," "Who is that?" I rushed in a breath. "He should be dead by now," He muttered, my face widened he shock as he looked down not facing me. He knew who it was and he didn't tell me? And what did he mean by the person should be dead by now? What exactly was he saying? "Can you explain this in a way I can understand?"

"These swindlers are getting too brazen!" My body finally gave out. I vomited a mouthful of black blood and collapsed, the world fading around me. The last thing I heard before I closed my eyes was the officer's frantic shout. "Contact his family! Hurry!"