Novel & Cerita Never Die Alone Book

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

Instead, he leaned in, inhaling deeply, his face dangerously close to mine. I froze. His grip tightened just slightly, enough to hold me still. Then something strange happened. A voice deep inside me. A voice I had never heard before, one that sounded ancient, foreign and certain at the same time. It didn't come from my mind but my soul, whispered a single word. "Mate." It wasn’t just the voice. It was a feeling. Like something inside me snapped into place. My vision swam. The air around us seemed to charge with energy, heat rolling off him in thick waves.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

He grumbled and then he gave up resisting and crushed his heart in his own hands and went limp. Aiden is right beside me. “Mojito?” I look at Aiden. His eyes full of concern. But I smile, “It’s over.” I turn to the guards, “Please burn his body as is custom. Leave no trace of him.” Abuelo and Tio Valeno looks at me. I think they are freaked out by my calmness. “I could read your thoughts if I wanted to. But I don’t. I’m glad he is dead. Now we have to prepare for our next threat.”

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

His hand fell back down, and he took one last gasp, then he went still. Sorry? “Sorry for what?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I stared at his calm, emotionless face. He was dead. I wouldn't be receiving any answer. Zane was my only hope out of the life I was in. Now, what was I supposed to do?

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

I’m more than fine to let my brother do all the bullshit like getting hotel rooms and renting cars. When the metal doors finally close and I’m alone in a cell I fully understand that now is the time most people freak out. They go bat shit crazy feeling like the world is closing in on them. But for me, I more than welcome the solitude. A shifter is never fully alone and I couldn’t be happier there isn’t another body in the room. *First thing’s first, we do need to find out the cause of death. That’s going to be a big part of things,* Mick says, as I fall onto the bed.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I didn’t even know why I bothered to try so hard to survive when it seemed as if the universe just wanted me to die. Maybe I should have let Brett come with me, then maybe I wouldn’t be alone as I fought for my last breath. Then again, I always knew that when I met death head-on, I would be alone. No longer did I fear death but dying alone was something new entirely. Never have I thought anything different, I always knew I would be alone in the end. I tried yelling out again, but this time no words would come out, just short gasps of air. My vision was blurry from the tears. I just want it to stop. Make it stop, I sent a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess.