Mt Lady Death Novels & Stories

Melinda blinked her eyes innocently, her child like happiness vanished by Luna Lily’s heartbreaking reply. “Jenna and James died the same year, Maddy. They were so sad after your unfortunate death. Their wolves committed suicide due to depression.” She held Melinda’s hand, who was now sobbing painfully. “I am a killer, my parents died because of me.” Melinda’s heart rate hitched as her breathing became ragged, it seemed that she might hyperventilate. She clutched her chest, and fainted in a heartbeat. “Maddy!” Lily and Charlotte rushed towards her, Julian (the head warrior) brought a doctor in less than five minutes. Doctor Mike examined that sleeping beauty and gave her an injection.

I never thought they'd already consider us dead. “What the f*** Is this? Hey! Take my picture into my chambers, and destroy all of this” I ordered, and the guards obeyed immediately. “We thought you'd be with Madison. How come she's not here? Does that mean that she's the one who has died?” Lady Delia cried out, and I snorted. “Died? Hell no! I would never have let her die. She still needs to pay dearly for disobedience” I rolled my eyes as Madison walked in, and someone chuckled.

Marc's eyes widened as he watched Lula seem to use all her strength to slowly pry his fingers open. Then, like a bird without wings, she fell rapidly before his eyes... "Lula!!!!" ... When Harriet heard this report, she was resting at home, [It’s reported that Miss Lula, a socialite recently embroiled in scandal, fell to her death from her apartment. There were no signs of struggle at the scene, ruling out homicide and preliminarily determining it as suicide.] Hearing that, Harriet stiffened slightly. She then sat quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window from noon until sunset.

Any minute now she's going to get up from her bed and slap us silly for being so ridiculous. But she doesn't. And she never will again. Mathilda Madison is dead.

I chuckled as I did what she said, I let my devilish smile fade away in my lips. I look through the window of my room and stared outside. "If only Madeline was still alive. She can proove that my aunt and uncle did the crime and not me," I murmured. Madeline was a maid in our mansion. She was so kind and great, she was even my bestfriend when I still live there 7 years ago. But then I was sent to jail and after 3 weeks, Silver told me that she died. Police claimed that she committed suicide, but we didn't believed it. Before she died, she send a text message to Silver saying, "Madam Rosett and Master Gil was the one who killed Senior Enril".

Mom's complaints were cut short as she followed the officer, going deeper and deeper inside the precinct. "Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask. No one answered her, but she found out very soon. In the large morgue, the officer led Mom and Cindy to stand beside a body. "Here's Ms. Flora Saddler. We've found her for you." Mom lifted the white sheet with trembling hands. Cindy leaned in as well. But the moment she saw my lifeless, still-open eyes, she screamed and collapsed to the ground. All color drained from her face.

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

The world is that big. Lolita March died on a dry, cool New Mexico night. In a stolen black ’67 Mustang, she and Marlowe Geary drove off the edge of the Taos High Road into the Rio Grande Valley below. She was presumed dead, though her body was not recovered. Or so the official reports go.

She couldn’t draw a breath into her lungs. “Who?” Leila managed. Mrs. Holcomb seemed to relish in being the first one to spread such news as this. She adjusted the box of pastries under her arm. And leaned in closer to Leila as if it were a secret. Leila could smell smoke under the woman’s heavily applied floral perfume, and mint on her breath. “Word around town it’s Clyde Morton. Not too surprising they found that man dead outside a bar. God rest his soul.”

All the guests went still. "Today I remember something too many are trying to forget: Lady Cara's death wasn't an accident like they made us believe." She asserted confidently. A ripped-off gasps cut through the hall like a blade. "She didn't just commit suicide; she was murdered." I tried reaching for her arm. "Maya..." She pulled away. The room erupted in shock, noise, murmurs, and outrage. Layla looked horrified. Kyle's expression turned bad. She had lost her memory; she never loved Cara when she was alive. I don't know why she's saying that all of a sudden, but one thing is sure: she must know something to declare that in public. Probably a "Secret"