I Would Know Him In Death Novels & Stories

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

So she could get into character more quickly. He played me like a puppet, watching me beg for life, struggle in pain—all to provide material for the woman he really loved. Travis, you're truly disgusting. Aren't you eager to see what I'll do when you die? How could I possibly live without you? Not dying for you would dishonor your two years of "devotion" to me. Well, if Travis can fake his death, so can I. I cherish my life deeply because it was once something I could only hope for but never reach.

“Take a steamy hot shower to relax you while I’m gone. I won’t be gone too long.” Nodding my head, I kiss him. I watch Zane disappear as shadows wrap around him. I’m not sure if he really finds Death’s realm creepy or if he was just saying that, so I wouldn't want to go. I have to be honest. I don’t want to see where Death lives. I don’t think I will like it and I’m not for it. I’m happy to stay behind and take a hot shower. Zane can deal with Death. I have a feeling Zane is one of the few who can face Death head-on without fear. Just another reason he is different. I wonder why. I know he said he would tell me, but it’s killing me to know.

But I knew better. Cigarette ends glowed faintly in the dark, faintly illuminating the hard planes of their faces. One of the statues moved. Then he stepped forward. He broke from the shadows, wearing a crisp, dark suit. My stomach knotted before my brain caught up. I knew him. The man from the club. The night one of the blond twins had been found dead. He stopped directly in front of me and leaned down, studying me. His smile stretched slowly. “I thought you were dead,” he murmured. His voice was smooth and detached. “You weren’t waking up. Would’ve spoiled everything if you had.”

Dymon explained to the police but they just shook their heads. "Mr. Ignacio, you killed PO2 Ivy Lapuz, and now we are looking for Mr. Jose Ignacio and Joel Ignacio, including others close to your wife Agatha's life. To reduce your case Mr. Ignacio , tell us what you know," said the police while holding Dymon's shoulder.

He knew *me*. “You know who I am,” I said, stepping forward, my voice thick with threat. “Then you understand what I’m capable of.” “Of course I do,” he said breezily. He moved toward the bar beside the open-plan kitchen, poured three glasses of scotch like we were old friends. The bottle clinked softly against crystal. “Everyone knows Clyde Butch. Or should I say—the great *Viper*.” Diego tensed beside me. The fucker knew about *that*, too.

I was torn between destroying everything around me and just being calm in the expression of my anger. “From my investigations, he knew everything down to the last tip.” Tom’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “And with the knowledge, he still went ahead to take her life.” My question was met with silence, but I wasn’t surprised. It was rhetorical in itself. I scoffed, running my hand through my hair. I always knew I was going to kill him if the news Tom gave me turned out to be true, and now that it did, and with the overwhelming evidence that was laid out before me, I knew his death would be no ordinary one.

he continued. "Peanut? Who is peanut?" I asked curiously "Oh..that's death, my nick name for him. Apparently were buddies now, " Edwin chuckled. "You're friends with death?" Anna asked bewildered. "What did I say Anna? Don't worry, yes I am friends with death seeing that I am now immortal and death is lacking on the friends equation. He only has a bunch of dead souls and his wife Amora, " he explained. Both Anna and I looked up at him in shock.

Those two words cooled the heat between us. I pulled back. Of course he knew. He had heard me die. Maybe seen it somehow. Maybe felt it in whatever cursed chain connected him to the Crown, the Heart, the dead queen, and me. I wrapped my injured hand against my chest. “Do not say it like that.” His expression changed. “I did not mean—” “I know what you meant.” That was the problem. There was a strange intimacy in being known through death. Unwanted. Unfair. Too deep for two people who had met hours ago and still had not decided whether stabbing was off the table.

I am not going to survive this. There is no way that I will ever get out of this place alive. I am going to die very soon. I thought of Alpha Antoine he was the only person I could think of right now He is definitely going to be sad if I died right? But will he ever really find out that Sophia is the one who killed me?