Is Davina Really Dead Novels & Stories

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.

Arthur’s Pov:- “He will come for me,” She whispered while falling unconscious in my arms, “Davina!” I tried to wake her up but she wasn’t, “God!” I groaned and lifted her up in my arms and made my way towards the mansion. I rushed to her room and laid her down on the bed, I ran my fingers through my hair in anxiety while dialling Miss. Kavana’s Number. The state Davina was in looked horrible, she had blood coming out of her knee and she has wounds on her hands as well. Her fingernails had mud in them and her dress was covered in dust and mud.

It looked like my death could be so easily brushed off in the face of Henry's nonchalant apology. "It was me. I was the one who killed him. I got him to do the transplant. It was me…" Henry hugged her tightly. "It's fine, Christine. It's fine. You didn't know this would happen. This is fate. If you really feel bad, we can bring his urn back and commemorate him." "Yes. I'm going to get his ashes back. I'm his wife," Christine muttered to herself. I found it comical. The person who caused my death was calling herself my wife. How dare she still try to get my ashes back?