Life Is Yours Death Is Mine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Kill his will of life." "Kill him."

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible." "Nothing is impossible," I said with a deep, calm voice, trying my best to avoid Kira's gaze and to be calm altogether. "I am the same Rey Reed that was killed by your best player," I said, pointing at the venom woman. "How did you come back to life after two months of being at the burial site?" Ryan asked in shock. I replied with a smirk, "Like I always say, I am a cat with twenty lives." "Besides, tomorrow never dies and the angel won't even accept my soul."

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

Our journey might not be a perfect one, but it’s ours. My life with Sidd isn’t perfect, but it is the most beautiful experience. When you’re in love, there’s nothing worth not fighting to stay together. We discovered a treasure from our hatred. Now it doesn’t matter how we started, all that matters now is our future. I’m certain it’s going to be bright, more colorful. I pray not to encounter any challenge henceforth. Even if that happens, we will fight it together. I belong to Sidd. We belong to each other. He is mine, I won’t ever let anyone take him away from me.

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

I hate that word. “The world is split into two sides of life and death. They hate each other as they cannot mix with each other. All my life I feared the notion of death and now that I am back, I know all the things I have to do, I no longer fear death. Life amaze me and death; it intrigue me more with every breath I take here.” “Your mate is fine. You are blessed with one hot headed mate, I have seen her through the memories of this shit, whom body I acquired. You are lucky to find her.” he said and smiled and I didn’t say anything.

"It was yours." "How did I die?" "I killed you."

I am dead…. ****

"Then they both die, and you get to live with that decision for the rest of your very short life." I held up the remote, my thumb hovering over the red button. "Any last words before we begin?" "Yeah," Lyra said, meeting my eyes with a defiance I hadn't expected. "Go to hell." I smiled and pressed the button. The screens around us lit up with countdown timers, numbers glowing red against black backgrounds. 29:59. 29:58. 29:57. "Choose wisely, Lyra," I said softly. "You have thirty minutes to decide who lives and who dies. Welcome to my world.”