Is Davina Really Dead Novels & Stories

The rapid rise and fall of his chest, the sweat dripping down his face, and the drool spilling from his open mouth painted the picture of a man pushed to the very brink of his limits. Throughout this ordeal, Ava was nearing her own breaking point. The metallic taste of blood was evident as she gnawed anxiously on her lip. Peyton, usually the stoic one, was shattered. Tears coursed down his chiseled face, the silent testimony of a man witnessing his best friend's agony. The dominatrix, noticing Ava's distress, surprisingly offered an olive branch. "I usually never offer this, but darlings, you don't have to witness this. You can both leave, and no one will ever know, including him."

“Well, we can first try to see what you can remember. Tyler was there right? Maybe he can help.” “That’s a good idea, I’ll call him right now.” I headed upstairs and called Tyler. “Vanessa Thank God, are you ok?” he asked. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “Tyler, Hailee’s dead.” “W-what? N-no she’s not,” he stuttered. “I’m so sorry, I know this is hard to comprehend.” “H-how do y-you know.” “I. . .I found her, I saw her body.”

Six years after my husband died for me, I learned it was all a lie. He faked his own death to run off with his exiled adoptive sister. The second she saw me at her door, the color drained from Seraphina's face. "Aria..." She tried to slam the door in my face. I jammed my hand in the door. "See a ghost?" She stumbled back, lips trembling, speechless. Just then, I heard familiar voices from the hallway. Marco, Axel's right-hand man.

She croaks out the question as tears fall freely from her eyes. Why is she crying so much? “I’d rather be dead.” She says as she begins to head for the exit. “Davina, wait.” I say loudly as I chase after her. But before I can reach her, she has opened the door and is now in my office, walking fast towards the exit. “Davina!” I say again as I near her. “What happened?” Iris asks me as she tries to get a hold of Davina also. Confusion is plastered on Iris’s face, and I’m guessing she is running scenarios of what may have happened in her head right now.

Davika held his hands as well. "Take care of Aevin. I love you both. I am sleepy." Gulf tuck her to bed and fix the comforter. He stayed beside Davika and he noticed right before his eyes, that she hitched her last breath. Ritz who was standing beside them, checked her vitals. "Time of death, 8:18pm. My heartfelt condolences." His voice shook, hiding the pain he felt. Gulf held his arm. "It's okay... You can cry."

“What?” I blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eye. “Nothing,” I shook my head when I noticed him watching me intently. “What were you thinking, agápi mou?” Devin reached for my face and wiped the side of my eye. “How stupid I was, to believe Maliya’s lie,” I whispered. “That bitch,” Eve mumbled, “we saw her yesterday in the mall.” “What?” Devin suddenly had an alarmed tone in his voice. Eve nodded, “we did.” Jameson second her announcement.

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

She answered cautiously, “Didn’t I tell you not to call me when I’m home?” Harry sounded terrified on the other end. “Moon is dead… She… She’s dead… What are we going to do?” “What?” Erika gasped in shock. She glanced at Nathan, who was lying in bed, and whispered, “Are you out of your mind? I told you to teach her a lesson, not kill her. You’re asking me what to do? You’re the murderer!” It was absurd. They started to blame each other, but Harry stayed calm and said, “If something happens to me, you won’t be safe either! We’re in this together. Right now, you need to get more money from your fiance. We have to leave the country and hide!”

" she said while entering the room. Of course we ran out of foodstuffs. While returning from Greenland brothel yesterday after seeing our father, I bought buns and chocolate for my siblings as well as half a bottle of palm oil, some spices, a sanitary pad and one pasta from the Two thousand naira he gave us. But how will I explain this to my mother?. I lied that we had little spices and oil left. I took the remaining beans I cooked to my mother in a plate. "Have you eaten"? She inquired. "Yes ma. " I quickly replied. My mom ate while I sat outside patiently waiting for her to call me to come and get the plates. There was a loud scream in Mama Funke's room. My Mother and I rushed to her room

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif