Messy Mya Death Novels & Stories

"Brandon and three of his best were captured... Reuben was killed." A gasp left Mya's lips. Her lips wobbled as she stumbled back. She almost collapsed to the floor but Kai sped to catch her. Mya let out a long, mournful wail, holding onto Kai's arm. Cinnia pulled at Denzel's hand. "What is it? Why is she like that?" "Brandon is her mate...and Reuben was her brother." "Oh shit." Cinnia stepped forward and enclosed Mya in an embrace. "I'm so sorry, Mya. I am so sorry," She whispered into her ear while Mya sobbed against her.

Then another scream again. “We had Mia, who was killed during one of the hunts,” Dela said. “Who is Mia?” I asked. I had gotten used to making a conversation with Dela. While she still terrified me, she was nothing but sweet to me. Well, sweet in her own way. Her way of being sweet was different from other people. “One of the maids’ daughter,” she replied. “She was not so pretty. A good riddance, I might say. When Kiara brought her body, her face was badly messed up. It was as if someone ate off her face.”

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

"Ugh—so gross! The bad woman became a stinky woman!" Even Ryan looked at me with concern and confusion. "Mia, what's wrong with you?" What's wrong with me? I stared at them, my mind slow to process. Then it hit me. This was the stench coming from my body. I was already dead. Without Ryan's love, I had three days before I would completely disappear. At this realization, panic flooded through me. I didn't want to die yet. I still wanted to have my own pup. I still wanted to see all the beauty this world had to offer.

"Your mother's post-op care still depends on me. If you piss me off–" A dead person doesn't have a recovery. I picked up the fruit knife from the cake table and thrust it forward. The white cream on the blade instantly turned red. Marco and the others froze in the corners. Diana clutched her stomach, staring at me in disbelief. "You… you tried to kill me?" I let out a cold smile that didn't reach my eyes. I walked to the door and locked it. Then I spoke softly, "Kill you? That would be too easy."

Once Hazel's child is born and the bone marrow matching is done, everything will be settled. Cameron stood up abruptly, his chair crashing backward with a loud bang. His voice was hoarse. "Investigate! Investigate what happened back then. Who saved me six years ago?" The investigation results came in three days later. Winona was not the one who saved Cameron back then.

Oh no. Jon shrugged. "I guess he was too worn out to get back to his room." Aya collapsed on the bed next to Malcolm's feet. Oh God, she'd been too heavy for him to carry. She'd caused his heart attack. "This is terrible. I—I killed him." "Miss Mayhem." Edward gave her an exasperated look. "That is totally impossible. He's not dead." "Of course he is." She glanced at his body, only inches away. "I'll never eat pizza again."

Roman said. "You think so-" She sighed, her eyes flicked between me and him before she said, "Nikolas killed his own father." What the- "Our father, he killed him without blinking an eye." She added. "I was there, i saw it." "What ?" Roman said before he stepped forward. Shock dilated in his eyes, "Isaac is dead?" Emma nodded, "Years ago." She didn't even look sad. "But everyone thinks he disappeared, that he just ran away from the mafia before they kill him for doing illegal things against them," Roman said still trying to digest it.

Everything could be useful. Then Vivian said something that made Mia pause. “I still remember when Mason was born. Adrian was barely around during those first few weeks.” Mia slowly looked up from the notebook. Barely around? Why? She wrote the sentence down. Vivian continued talking, unaware that every word was being recorded. Mia didn't jump to conclusions. She simply added another question to the list. There was something about Mason's history she needed to understand. Mia was so focused on Vivian's conversation that she didn't notice someone approaching her door.

"Myla, I’m busy. Can I —" "The autopsy results are out," Myla interrupted, not letting me complete my statement. "What?" I whispered, my posture stiffening. "I’m sending you the file now," she said. A moment later, my phone beeped with a notification. I pulled it away from my ear to check the screen, and my jaw dropped as I read the document. "The poison found in his system isn’t a known substance. It looks like it was specially concocted to kill him," Myla explained. My hand trembled as I gripped the phone tightly.