Messy Mya Death の小説・ストーリー

It’s the only unorganized thing in the room, tossed carelessly near the edge as if he had thrown it down in a hurry. My fingers tremble as I reach for it. Part of me is terrified of what I’ll find, graphic, bloody mafia images of bodies left in alleys. I brace myself, unthreading the string tie, and slide the stack of glossy papers into the light. My breath hitches. “Michelle,” I gasp, my vision blurring in shock.

“Well, you don’t!” “She’s dead because of me,” Mya said quietly. “She’s dead because some fucked up, crazy woman decided that torturing me from a distance would be fun! She’s dead because I let her fight alone, while I protected my alpha! She’s dead because I failed!” Mya jumped to her feet. “It should have been me! She should be here, to raise her child. I’m no fucking mother! She was the good one! She and Taylor, they’re the good ones!”

Isabella's vicious voice rang out clearly: "Kill the bitch. Once she's dead, Lucas will make me the new Luna. When that happens, I'll give you half the territory." Lucas froze. Just then, Beta Marcus came running in, panic-stricken and pale as a sheet. "Alpha! We couldn't find the Luna. We only found... shredded remains at the cemetery... The Luna might be..." Crash! The crystal ball slipped from Lucas's hand and smashed heavily onto the floor. All color instantly drained from his face.

Draven command as they all scurry out of the tent till it was empty and the silence echoed like a harrowing curse. Myra couldn’t breathe; her throat ached. Turning back to see Alaric’s body on the floor, wickedly severed from his head, and she was the cause of his death; she made Rei lose the love of her life and freedom. She had been warned that this wasn’t the human world and seeing a man killed in front of her like it meant nothing because she was too stupid to quit. “This is my fault; this is my fault,” she whimpered as she felt a warm hold on her shoulder. She leaned her back to reality when she felt that faint scent and warmth around.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

After discovering that Jude Pearson was still in love with my stepsister Thalia Yates, I had already made up my mind to disappear from their lives. I reached out to my friend, Naomi Clarke, and started putting together a flawless fake-death plan. Just as we were finalizing the details, I caught the familiar scent of disinfectant—and there he was, Jude, walking in with a bouquet of roses. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled affectionately, asking, "What are you working on?"

The Scythe was dormant. ​"We’re back at the start," I breathed. ​I turned toward the center of the room. My breath hitched. There, strapped to a titanium table, was a girl. She looked exactly like me, but younger. Her hair was longer, spilling over the edge of the cold metal. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in a shallow, drugged rhythm. ​"That’s me," I whispered, stepping toward the table. "The First Life. The day they found the Scythe in my blood."

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

"Are you Ms. Madison Griffin's mother?" Mom froze for a moment. "Yes, I am. What is it?" The person on the other end paused briefly, then sighed. "Your daughter, Madison Griffin, was found collapsed at the villa entrance 30 minutes ago. By the time we arrived, she had already stopped breathing." Mom's mind went blank. A second later, she exploded in rage. "Today isn't April Fool's Day! My daughter was perfectly fine just a moment ago. She couldn't possibly be dead!"

I had caressed her head countless times. I could almost feel the sensation when I touched her head. However, in the next second, my palm passed right through her. I couldn't touch her at all. I froze. At the same time, a piercing pain welled up in my soul. At that moment, I realized more clearly than ever that I had died. I had been dead for an entire decade. By the time I recovered my senses, Seraphine was already walking into the distance. Just then, she stopped abruptly in front of a stall, stunned. Her figure exuded loneliness and arrogance, and her hands were clenched into fists by her sides.