Kim Bum Death Bell Novels & Stories

“And Ron, you’re back! And… okay, I don’t know who the third guy is, but he’s cute, so he can stay! Are you guys actually here to relax? Stick around, Callum should be checking in soon. We’re supposed to finish that British noir series—the one where the accountant is secretly a hitman!” Zli and I exchange a look that feels like a death sentence. Even Julian has fallen silent, scratching the back of his neck and staring at a spot on the rug. Phoebe realizes the silence is wrong. She pads into the living room, her plate of cheese and grapes suddenly looking ridiculous. Her smile falters, turning into a confused frown. “Okay… you’re freaking me out. Why are you all standing there like someone d

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

"If I hadn't faked my death…would you ever have realized how you truly feel about me? "You only learned to cherish me after I was gone. Such a bad boy." Their playful laughter faded and turned into heavy breaths. They started making out right there, too desperate to even bother hiding it from me! I shut my eyes. Their moans cut into my ears like knives while the metallic taste of that so-called 'nutritious' blood filled my mouth. The demon inside my belly was practically bouncing with joy. [Daddy and Mommy are amazing! My happiness value is skyrocketing. Oh no, I'm too young for this… guess I shouldn't watch!]

he said, opened the door and walked out. "Our paths will still cross... I'm certain".... . . . "The Mayor is dead! And so is Dante!" Kim Lee spoke into the telephone, twirling round in his office seat, with a lit blunt in between his fingers. Kim Lee, American born Korean, head of the popular and notorious cult group "Venom Tract". Also works for the inevitable 5, helping do their dirty jobs, eliminating those who stand in their way. The same cult group Dante was in.. "Hmmm" A thick masculine baritone voice sighed from the other side. "Such a pest!"

It was recorded in the ancient scroll that there was only one way to crack this life-exchange formation. That was to swap the identities of the caster and the victim and restart the formation. Only in this way could the formation be completely broken. However, the price was that both participants had to die. In other words, even if Ethan had not killed Leo, he would not survive tonight. Ethan looked at me in terror and asked in disbelief, "So, you knew from the very beginning that I would die?"

He looked at me, "Don't you love screaming? I'll let you get your fill. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will save you. Don't blame me for being cruel. You brought this on yourself." And just like that, I died on my birthday. I gave a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. A lifetime with my brothers meant nothing compared to four short years with Sophia. Suddenly, Zachary stormed in, furious. "Take me to Ms. Moore right now! I want an explanation from her!" His phone displayed the message Gary had sent her. Sophia quickly tugged at Zachary's sleeve. "Calm down, Zachary. Giselle must be delirious from her fever. I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you."

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

As I snapped out of my reverie, I saw Mom and Cindy surrounded by a crowd of reporters with their cameras already poised as soon as they stepped out of the hospital. Startled, Cindy let out a frightful yelp and hid behind Mom. The reporters surrounded them with frenzied eyes hungry for the latest news. "Ms. Saddler, what do you have to say regarding the major accident your daughter suffered at the gymnastics competition three days ago, which ultimately led to her death in the hospital?" Agitated, Mom shoved the microphones away impatiently. "Don't speak nonsense! My daughter is right here. She only sprained her ankle. How can you blatantly jinx her when she's right here?"

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

Callie, yells from somewhere above me. “Ugh… Fine.” I blinked. She extended her hand toward me, and I took it, pulling myself up to my feet. Great, I just washed this uniform last night. With both hands, I quickly brushed off my uniform and pulled it back into place. “Collin! Watch it! You could have killed her,” Callie snapped at the quarterback as he stepped up to retrieve the ball. I see it now: Jamie Summers, death by football to the head. What a way to die.