Is Davina Really Dead Novels & Stories

“No. This is accountability.” Maya watched from a secure location, arms folded, eyes burning. Ethan stood beside her, silent. “You knew this would destroy him,” he said quietly. “Yes.” “And you still look like you’re bracing for impact.” Maya didn’t look away from the screen. “Because men like Davin don’t die quietly.” Her phone buzzed. A private number. She declined it. Then it rang again. She answered. Davin’s voice came through, raw and stripped of polish.

A number I did not recognize, but the name of the hospital flashed on the screen as a caller ID label. I answered. "Mr. Van Leer?" A woman's voice, professional and quiet. "This is Dr. Osei at St. Catherine's Medical. I am calling regarding Davina. She regained consciousness approximately forty minutes ago." Everything stopped. "I will be there in twenty minutes," I said. I ended the call and looked at Khalid. "Davina is awake." He studied my face. "Go brother, if you need me, you know where to find me.” I walked out of the cemetery without looking back at the grave.

“Ah, I see why you lot have been acting edgy lately. You all assumed I was dumb enough to use necromancy?” “You can quit the talk, return the body back to the owner, and hope your portal to the Alpha house is not broken by the time you’re done.” Davina glared at me. “I found this body dead in a ghastly accident. She was being wheeled into a human hospital in a stretcher and I followed. They already confirmed her dead, so instead of watching a beautiful body go to waste, I had to…” “Jump into it?” Lena added with wide eyes. “That’s like Eragon coming true. Damn!”

In that moment, the two of them could no longer hold back and broke into heart-wrenching sobs. I stood there, staring at their tear-soaked faces, stunned for a moment. I had longed for my parents to care, to look at me when I was alive. Now, when I saw them crying for me, my heart felt nothing. Davina suddenly snatched the autopsy report from their hands. Her voice faltered. “Mom, Dad, you cannot believe her. None of this has anything to do with me.” Some viewers in the livestream chat pushed back, commenting that the appearance of the recorder was far too coincidental, claiming that it was all part of a scheme I had carefully orchestrated to frame Davina.

Bella whispered and my heart broke for her. “I know baby. I know. But you have been so strong so far and I am so proud of you.” I could hear the tears in her voice but she was trying to remain strong. She knew it would kill me that I could not be there to comfort her so she would try to hold back till I could hold her. “Davina…Olive said Davina was taken. With James. I don’t know…” “She’s here,” I announced solemnly. “Davina is here with James. Vivian has them. She claims Davina tried to break into the house. I think she’s going to call the cops and have her arrested for that. I don’t know if I can stop it.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

He glared at her, anger flashing in his eyes. Davina’s expression hardened. She stood slowly, climbing out of the ditch. "You know why those people want me dead?" she said, her voice rising. "Because I said no to killing your girlfriend's sister and her mother. And what do I get in return? This?" She gestured to their surroundings, frustration and hurt evident in her tone. "And I'm supposed to believe that crap?" Lucas's voice was sharp. Davina's jaw ticked, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. Without another word, she spun on her heel and began to walk away.

The Vision skipped forward then as if skipping over something she didn’t want him to see. She smiled as she woke up to a strong smell of pine, thinking she had woken up from the awful dream. She tried to roll over but she was cuffed with silver chains. She was in a dungeon. She glanced around the room, starting to panic. ‘Jayce, Myra, somebody.’ She tried to mindlink them. “I wouldn’t bother, they can’t hear you.” The calm deep voice came from the shadows. “Who are you?” The voice that came out was not hers but Vivian’s.

All from her supposed to be dead husband. Being dumbfounded would underestimate Farrah's reaction. She didn’t know what to feel. Should she feel freaked out? Scared? Maybe angry? And who? Who’s making these calls? Dior was dead. That, his teammates, could confirm. They swear that they indeed saw Dior’s neck being bitten by a powerful zombie and flopping down on the ground lifelessly. Who’s making these haunting calls? Someone who took a dead person’s phone? Dior’s ghost? Is ghost even real?

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.