Messy Mya Death Novels & Stories

Her voice was strong and steady. I glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised to see who she was calling. It was Mikael. She said, "Dad, what do we do now? Flora is really dead. Didn't you tell me that stuffing some sand and gravel inside wouldn't cause any problems? We agreed that once she's paralyzed, we can cash out her critical illness insurance."

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Mya said after stretching out her hand to feel Lincoln’s breath. “I understand now.” “What have you understood?” “Mya’s troop was not ambushed here five years ago. They experienced hallucinations here and self-detonated their explosives. It’s all connected to the radiation emitted from this island.”

I knew my punishment had just begun, this was only but a taste of the pain I was to experience. My eyes were bloodshot and with my face grimaced, I looked around to find a pile of dead werewolves lingering on the floor. Somehow, I felt a bit of satisfaction but it wasn't enough to cover my darkness. Fastidiously, my gaze searched for Kyra and I soon found her dead body just beside me. I bent beside her, lowered my body, and stared at her body in anger, in obsolete rage. It was greater than the love I once had for her, that phase was a memory I wouldn't remember anymore.

She wasn't kidding. "What are you talking about? As a step?" I even felt the hunger was gone. I hadn't had that much interaction with Max... well, almost no interaction with him but he didn't deserve to die so young and with so much ahead of him. My hands shook a little and I felt panic take over me. Death. I hated that word. "It was this morning. They found him in his room, Nish, he had a bullet in his head." She sobs a little.

Unfortunately, I hit a little bump on the road to hunting down my mate. Anastasia; my only warlock, died a month ago of old age. Despite her young appearance; which was an aging spell, she was very ancient. I couldn’t blame her for dying really. She tried to help me with all her power… until she couldn’t anymore. And now, I was on the search for a new warlock to join my pack, but it was proving rather difficult, due to the decreasing number of unclaimed warlocks. I just hope my violet eyed mate doesn’t decide to choose this completely unfortunate exact time to make an appearance on the world’s map.

She began to beg for her life, “Zayn Larson, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have gone against you. Please, let me go, please…” Mia’s fervent and desperate pleas felt like a thunderbolt to everyone, namely Hanson, as he felt like he was pushed into a bottomless gulf that was piercingly cold. His master had failed so very thoroughly. Stepping on Mia’s chest, Zayn looked down at her. His eyes were still dark and emotionless, but it only made him seem more terrifying. Crack! With a push through his foot, he crushed Mia’s chest. The woman jolted straight—despair, regret, fear, indignation, reluctance all flashed across her face before she froze—and died.

I’d have to slap her silly if she did but the fact he started messing with her dad I’d say his days with her are long gone. I slip my hand behind the seat finding Mia’s knee and give it a reassuring squeeze. ————- Mia We are barreling down the road towards home. Home. Home should feel peaceful, welcoming like an old friend. And it usually did. I had a wonderful childhood and two parents more in love with each passing day. Almost too much…like the barf get a room level. Dad still remembers not their annual anniversary but their monthly. He counts the months since they first met. And my mother adores him more with each passing day. It’s enough to make you sick…I’d never admit it but I secretly

They molested and bullied her until she passed out. THE ROBERTS' MANSION Mrs Amy was busily setting up the table. Kelvin and Mya helped her with the plates and cutlery. Just when Mya was about to place the plates on the table, its fell off her hand to the floor and broke which startled Amy. " Gosh, Mya, what happened?", she queried, nervous. "Um, sorry mum, I didn't know what happened. It just occurred suddenly. I'll take care of it", said Mya, feeling some how strange. She knelt down and carefully started gathering the broken pieces.