Maysilee Donner Death Novels & Stories

LET'S DIE TOGETHER. It all happened so fast, that the next information Claire heard about Rae was her burial. That day when everything just happened, Maya got a call back from Rae's phone and she gladly took the call. What she heard after she threw her scold at Rae for not picking up her call was, "Sorry, the owner of this phone got involved in a serious accident. She is currently in a coma." "A coma?! Which hospital?" Maya had shouted, and next, she was running to the hospital like a madwoman, only to get there and realize that Rae was not in a coma. She was dead.

Past Life Flashback, Shylie Reed (Before death, early 20s-40s) Before the awards. Before the agonizing solitude. Before her lonely death, COVID filled lungs bloated with fluids asphyxiating in a hospital room — There were two names she would never forget. Darren Tan Elias Tan

Kane said softly to his friend, Shally causing her to cry audibly to the phone. "Yo-You do-do didn't know...Joanabe is dead...She is found dead in her condominium...She kills herself, Kane, that's all the investigation says. I did not know why? She did not show up in my concert only to find her dead after months. She must be suffering alone." Shally Mae's voice cracks up and trembles while crying harder for her lost friend. Kane could not believe it, but he can feel his chest tighten inside, and his mind starts to think randomly. He did not even notice that Shally Mae ends the call. He calls Shally's number again, but it is unattended.

Missy said back to her, increasing her pace as she move through the hallway heading to their class. “What?! Danny’s mother is dead. What are you talking about?” That sentence seemed to stop Missy. She halted on her steps turning back to look at Thea. The two escorts right behind her also stopping, both appearing unfazed but quite interested in the situation. “What did you just say?” She asked in affirmation of what she just heard. “Yes. Danny’s mother is dead. She died some years ago, in a car accident.” Her mouth spewed the validation, that only put a gasp across the faces of the escorts assigned to Missy.

The weather reports were coming in when all of a sudden I see breaking news flash across the screen with a picture of myself I was shocked to see it but even more shocked as I heard the reporter say "Popular business magnate and socialite Nicole Reyes was reported dead by her husband this morning, authorities confirm that she had died from an accidental bathroom slip, our condolences go out to her family in this time of mourning, we'll keep you updated on any developing story" The news made me buckle and I screamed and fell down in tears, my memories were coming back to me at full speed. Mason and Claire had killed me and tagged it an accidental bathroom slip, the world was indeed cruel.

My heart ached painfully as I listened to her tearing me down. To her, my sincerity was nothing but manipulation. "It might be best to at least check up on her," the assistant chimed in. Angel said thoughtfully, "I'm not saying this to curse her, but the timing is just too coincidental." My mother grabbed the report and flipped through a few pages. "You mean Melisa may end up like this girl that no one stepped forward to claim her body?" You're right, Mom. I died miserably, but do you care?

She skipped the channel, but it was still the same thing so she skipped it, but just as she skipped to the next, she dropped the remote, eyes widening as the reporter announced. “Just in: Emily Donovan, winner of the Distinguished Storyteller Award, has reportedly passed away at the age of twenty-nine in her apartment last night.” In an instant everything appeared to become blurry before her eyes, and she sat there, like she was glued to the chair, unable to move… not even a single finger. Elysia drew in a sharp breath as she rose to her feet, her phone clutched tightly in her hand, shock still etched across her face. A knock sounded at the door, but before she could respond, it creaked open

Not long after that, everyone began staring at their phone, a loud gasp escaping their mouth. "What's going on?" I asked since I was not with my phone. "Maj is dead," I dropped my spoon with a loud thud on the table. "What? We were just talking about her?" I asked. "I know right? Her cause of death isn't known because her body got dumped at her mother's home today. Her head was detached from her body. That's gross," Hers shook her head and dropped her phone. "That's h….," I stopped when I suddenly felt strange. A wave of heat overpowered me and I felt a strange pang of pain in my chest.

"Oh, William. I'm so sorry. I was wondering when someone from the family would call." Dad's hand tightened on the phone. "What do you mean?" "William, my condolences. I'm truly sorry for your loss." The words hit like a physical blow. Dad had to sit down in the nearest chair. "Ms. Aria Blackwood, female, 27 years old," Dr. Mitchell continued in his professional voice. "Cause of death was acute kidney failure leading to multiple organ failure. Despite our best resuscitation efforts, she was pronounced dead at 3:04 AM on May 20th."

she said. The dot moved. It slid across the glass, then stopped on Maya’s back. She felt it like a finger pressing between her shoulders. Her phone buzzed on the floor. Damson’s mother. The message was short. “Last chance. Cancel the live stream or I pull the trigger.” Maya looked at the laptop screen. Millions of people were watching. She spoke straight into the camera. “If you are watching this, my name is Maya. I was left for dead by my husband Damson and his mistress Bella. They killed my baby. They tried to kill me. And now Damson’s mother is trying to kill me again. Right now. With a sniper outside this window.”