Is Davina Really Dead Novels & Stories

This wasn't the space I wanted to be while my own life was a mess but when he told me to leave, why couldn't I move? Was it the disappointment in his tone or his nonchalant dismissal? “You are still here?” He turned to look at me with dim eyes, that displayed intricate emotions that made me shiver. “Then don’t blame me…” Before I knew what he meant, the TV in the room came on. My head swung up to look at the news being rerun. “Dead Heiress Davina Williams’ body has been retrieved and the family has called for a close in police investigations. The investigation which only lasted for a few days was immediately concluded as suicide with the family relenting to their fate.”

This enrages Davina further. “He will have to kill me to get to them,” says Davina. Before I can stop her so we can get answers out of Jack, she breathes fire at Jack burning him to a crisp. He’s screaming in agony but it doesn’t last long as he collapses and stops moving. The wind still has yet to die down. I slowly walk towards Davina. “Davina, it’s okay. The girls are a safe. Jack’s dead he can’t hurt you or the girls anymore.” She looks towards me and I can see the red return to her normal amber. She closes her eyes and transforms back.

I paused, not sure how to choose my next words so it wouldn't sound insane. "But what? Spill it out Cam" "That woman is dead Davi" Once the words left my lips, I shuddered at how crazy it sounded. "What?!" Her voice coming out in a whisper. "That can't be. How is that even possible? I saw her and she was real" I rubbed the skin of her arm. "She's been dead for almost a year now and that's not the crazy part of it" "Tell me everything" "That woman was the mate of Alpha Luca…" Davina's eyes widened. "She died some months ago while giving birth"

I never wanted to even think of that. I laughed painfully. “Impossible.” Davina didn’t smile, she was still gazing at me. “He was stabbed,” I said firmly. “Deep by Eleanor. We all saw him die. His body was dumped in the woods. No one survives that.” “People survive worse,” Davina whispered. I turned to face her fully. “You’re letting fear talk.” “I knew Eris,” she said quietly. “I knew how he thinks, what he can do, and how strong he is. This…this feels like him.”

Drew said, standing from where he sat and going toward the kitchen. On his leave, I turned my phone but something beyond all else on TV caught my attention. Her words stunned me into silence: "It has been confirmed that Mrs. Nina Daniel Davies lost her life in a fatal accident." I felt my heart sink; circumstance made me gloriously aware of the effort to continue breathing. Forcing the towel into acting, I dismissed the tears from my face to pronounce, "Oh my God, Laurel couldn't pull through." The camera pans away from the anchor and into the sad scenery, where he says, "We will be right back after this break.” As the flicker of the TV screen announced that they were going into a commercial

"No normal person responds to their spouse's death that way." "She's not his spouse," I reminded him. "She's a fraud who just got exactly what she wanted." I hung up and immediately called Mitchelle. She answered on the first ring. "Danika?" "It's done," I told her. "Dorian is officially dead. Ivy just got the call and barely reacted." "Good," Mitchelle replied, though her voice shook slightly. "That means she believes it." "How's he doing?" I asked. "Did the plane arrive?"

I commented and subtly give her bait. “Yeah, he truly was. His death was so sudden. It took everyone by surprise.” “How did it happen? I thought he was already sick.” That last part was a gamble since I had no clue Walker’s cause of death and neither had Eros. Trish opened her mouth but the noise from the door prompted her from saying whatever she wanted to say. We both turned and saw my best friend, Davina, walking inside in a sexy devil costume. “Dav!” I was so excited. “How did you get here?”

“You can let go of them now, Isidora. Well done, sweetie.” Davina uttered to me after we got to the cleansing room. She stretched a white bowl to me. I dropped the eyeballs into the bowl and fought drowsiness just to ask Davina a question. “When were you going to tell me that my mom is alive and that I have a sister?” Aunt Davina gasped and the last thing I saw before I gave in to fatigue was the shock and tears in her eyes… Why was she tearing up? Don't tell me Sophie was wrong… please… they better be alive and well…

It's a bittersweet moment, filled with a complex mix of emotions. "Dad," Davina begins, her voice trembling slightly, "I've been wondering why you faked your death. Can you tell me?" Her father's face changes, showing a mix of emotions – regret, sadness, and a touch of fear. He sighs deeply before responding, "Davina, I know you deserve an explanation, and I promise I will tell you. But not now. It's a long and painful story, and I want to make sure you have the full picture when I share it with you. Can you give me some time?"

Davina’s POV Half an hour passes as Rowena and I sulk at different things. I’m sulking over the loss of my mom; whom I still can’t believe was killed right in front of me as I sat helpless and watched, and I’m sulking over the twin sister I left behind. I left her in that cell all alone, with a shallow promise from alpha evil who refused to give me his name that he will not harm her as long as I do my part and kill whoever he wants.