روايات وقصص ضمن Is Davina Really Dead

A whiteboard divided into WEATHER, MOVEMENT, SUPPLIES, CONTACTS, THREATS. Under CONTACTS, she writes: Priya — apartment, mother with her. Carol — home, vehicle, competent. Pete — unknown, loud, useful. Hannah — listening. Denise — probably terrifying someone into washing their hands. Then she adds: Dex — do not contact. She caps the marker hard enough to make the lid complain. Emotional truth: she wonders if he is alive. Deflection: wonderful, abandonment trauma with push notifications. Sharper truth: alive or dead, he is no longer hers to manage.

" In that instant, Dante felt as if thunder had exploded inside his skull. He could barely believe what he was hearing. She died? Eleanor really died? Wasn’t she still being treated? He murmured to himself, his thoughts collapsing into chaos. If she died, why didn’t Sofia tell him? Why didn’t she come to him? Suddenly, Dante remembered a phone call. Sofia had called him. It seemed like… sometime last month. That day, he had been attending a medical summit with Olivia, and Olivia had answered the phone. What had she said? Dante forced himself to remember, and his face drained of color. Olivia had said, "Oh, that’s unfortunate. But Dante doesn’t have time right now…"

“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.

Sebastian and Finn have already gotten themselves freed and I can only say two simple words as we get closer to them. “He’s dead.” I stare back at their wide yes and I repeat. “Greyson is dead, and Gwen has been poisoned.” “Davina! Davina!” The sound of yelling distracts us. It’s coming from outside and when we reach there, Asteria is standing outside. She sees us and quiets down. “You’re okay. Where is Davina.” “Dead and I will be soon if I don’t get help.” Gwen says as she plays with her fingers.

"Cecilia, why are you here? You need to leave right now, this isn't a place you should be. If my father finds out you're here, you'll be in danger." For the first time, Cecilia no longer wore her usual humble, timid smile. Instead, she confidently took Max's hand and walked toward Joshua. "What are you so afraid of? The phone call you got earlier… it was about Sheila, wasn't it? "She's dead now, right?" Joshua frowned. His voice carried a trace of irritation. "We can't say that yet. There hasn't been any official confirmation." Cecilia's smile only grew wider. "What confirmation do we need? The plane crashed into the ocean. I saw the news. And there's no way anyone could have survived."

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?