Novel & Cerita "in Death" J.d. Robb

~ Erik ~ Death had circulated my life since I was born. First was my mother, second were the strangers that Hyde had killed, and third were the Iopata dogs that I killed during our Club operations. I had known of death, too acquainted with it even that seeing a lifeless body unaffected me. The death of Rohan as expected didn’t have that much impact amidst him being a good friend of mine, but it reminded me greatly about what Daniella, my precious Sweet Rose, would soon face if she continues to get tangled up with the dealings of the Club.

How? I knew how death worked, I knew it all too well but… this was Rob, okay? Rob… my…my best friend. He was my best friend! My solid rock! He never fell sick, or felt weak or anything like that! He was always there, always strong, always… fixing everything! How could someone so strong be gone just like that? How? Could someone explain this to me?! Cause I truly don’t understand what is going here anymore. He was going to be fine… he was going to be okay, wh- why? Why did all this happen?!

The same techniqued he uses to those ten notorious men. As the dust of smoke died down, the enemies were still standing but there bodies covered in tiny wounds as their clothes shredded into pieces. But the damage was not major it was only minor ones still E.J made them to cough blood. He knew E.J well. He has many on his sleeves and he could feel he's holding himself to lunged at the nine men. E.J once told him about his past, how he became an assassin in such a young age of seven. He never go into details but he knew, E.J was telling the truth. His mother once talked to him about what he saw on E.J. She said, E.J was the bringer of death. That whenever he went death always follow. She sai

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.

Why don’t she just end this in the best way and keep making Maverick’s hatred for the supernatural species keep increasing. She gasped inaudibly when she saw that Robb had managed to take down all the rogues, even though he was very injured, it was life threatening enough to end him within seconds, she stood there thinking on what she should do and it wasn’t long before she shifted and rushed towards him.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

My fingernails tore as I pried up the loose board. There, hidden in the dark dust, was a small, leather-bound diary and a dried rose stained with old, brown blood. I opened the first page. The handwriting was mine, but it was frantic, jagged. "If you are reading this, I am dead again. He doesn't know he's doing it. Look at the mirror in the North Tower. The reflection isn't him. It's—" The sentence ended in a bloody smear. Suddenly, a cold hand clapped over my mouth from behind.

"You don't deserve to be my Papa. And you certainly don't deserve to be the Don of the Costa family." The gunshot cracked. Edmondo fell back on the couch. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe his own son had just killed him. Vincenzo stared at Edmondo's bloodied body expressionlessly. He had killed everyone who had wronged Ella, but the ache in his chest didn't ease an inch.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

David walked in, alone. “You are too late, David,” Robert said, his voice weak. “Your Father… he will die. I deactivated his system in Flores. He won’t survive.” David showed no emotion. “Arthur sent the Phoenix team. My Father will survive. But you, Robert, you are going to die.”