Messy Mya Death Novels & Stories

Finally, using the spare key, she unlocked the door, only to be hit by a nauseating smell of decay that made her immediately cover her nose and step back in shock. Trembling, she dialed my mother's number. "Ma’am, Sarah is dead! Oh..."

I beg. She shakes her head. “Kill the fucker and then have someone clean him up with the rest of the rats here…” she says before leaving the room. her face curled up in disgust. “If you going to be a damn rat at least have the fucking guts to brave through torture. Now other people have to clean up your shit. Fucking idiot…” Mia rants as she walks up the stairs. I burst out laughing before swinging the wrench at his head. Once I’m sure he’s dead I make my way up the stairs. When I walk into the living room Amara is there waiting for me.

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.

“Go on.” “So, we woke up to a dead man sitting in the hall. He’s been tortured and a note stabbed into his chest. It says, tell Mya I said hi. We’ve checked security cameras, Ash and Gem tried to track her, but the scent is almost non-existent. She used an herb to disguise herself. And the cameras showed nothing.” She spoke to someone on her side. “Michelle says that the carvings on his body are all the same, a letter M.”

Everyone knew I was crazy for Mandy Willow, and tragically so. Ever since I fell for her at first sight, my loyalty never wavered as I swore to myself that I'd never marry anyone else. But Frank Young the hellraiser was the one she ever loved! For his sake, she lied to me and gaslighted me for years, even working with him to plan my parents' murder, stealing my sister's organs and all my family's fortune. I died as I learned the truth, overwhelmed with resentment and regret! When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year, when I had confessed my love to her. But this time, I would not let the same thing happen again. Instead of helping her to destroy my own family, I would

Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable. The post quickly gained traction. People were eating up the drama. Roman’s heartless ex-girlfriend was finally getting what she deserved. Even God had had enough and was taking my life away. Curious onlookers started digging into my past. They left nothing untouched. My background, my school, and everything about my life were exposed online. The funeral home replied to the comment. EverlastingRestFuneralHome_official: Our funeral home usually only uses white flowers, but that young woman insisted on ninety-nine roses. I asked if the color might be too bright. She said they were for herself. Sigh. It was only then

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!"