Messy Mya Death Novels & Stories

Fluid from his brain running between her toes, he slumped on the ground dead. A gunshot rang out across the grounds and Mya felt a prick in her rear. She turned to see a pink fluffy dart sticking out of her right butt cheek. She growled as she looked around wildly to see who had fired the dart gun. Darren stood there cool as a cucumber, gun in hand. Mya stomped towards him furiously. Her steps becoming more irregular as she got closer to him. She fell to the ground just out of reach of him. His thick scent washing over her as she fell into a deep sleep.

typo on the campus forum, pairing it with a suggesting emoji and the words, 'You never really know a person,' turning the entire school against me. Even after I had drunk the water that Maisie had contaminated with toxic bacteria and died a miserable death, Chloe had gone around telling people I'd killed myself because I'd missed an important exam.

She was going to die, going to plummet and splat into the ground like a pancake, without ever making a difference. Shit! Panic set in as the ground shot closer towards her. That idiot Ambrose! Dropped her to her damn death after all the work she put in to pass the tests, to fight Icran, to save Aynyra. Rhae felt a burning sensation in her gut. A fire building inside her.

Everyone’s faces were filled with anger. Although they were confused about what was going on, nothing mattered anymore when they found out that Mia died so brutally. “Are you still not admitting it?” Kiran looked at Barak and sneered. “It has nothing to do with me, so why should I admit it?” Barak continued to lie. Kiran looked at Aoki. “Where’s Mia’s body?” “It seems to be in the toxic pool in his house,” Aoki said with a pale face. How could he not even let the dead rest in peace?

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.

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

My eyes stayed wide open, burning with fury that had nowhere left to go. The sound of gagging erupted behind Dad. The staff broke apart, covering their mouths as they turned away. Dad stepped closer, staring at the body hanging from the chains. His eyes bulged in horror. "What the hell is that?" He stared at the mangled flesh, where bone shards jutted out, looking unnaturally white. Even I couldn't deny how disgusting it looked. Marcus' voice broke as he finally yelled, "Alpha Jack, it's Ava! She's dead!" Dad's eyes widened in disbelief.

I was going to make them the stuff I made off. ************ ANNA " Ugh… too bad they're gone now, I hope they die actually," Maya said and I just wanted to punch the hell out of her. She was a monster and I was ready to kill her. How dare she spits out such words without even thinking twice about things. Such a big liar

“So I’ll ask again: who are you?” “Serena,” I whisper. “Serena Valen. Former Luna of Ravenfall. And that’s all. I don’t know how or why I said anything.” “Valen,” he repeats slowly. “That bloodline was supposed to be extinct.” “I’m an orphan. I know nothing about my bloodline.” He studies me again, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “An orphan who speaks ancient magic in her sleep. Who survives rejection without losing her mind. Who crosses into Lycan territory and lives.” He tilts his head. “You’re either extremely lucky or extremely dangerous.”