Rashta Death Novels & Stories

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

He took one more breath and then his body convulsed in a terrifying pain of death. The last thing he saw before his eyes lost their focus was Chitralekha crying for help, his old servants rushing in the test, their faces twisted in horror. Chitralekha acting distressed, she swayed, and her body lost balance, and then he died.

Porishma didn't give any opportunities to Aunt Asha to ask any further questions. "Yes! Aunt, I told him about 'M' and that she died because of Cancer", Porishma said and her voice cracked. Rudra's heart was pounding frantically inside his chest. Rudra's eyes were desperate in the search for his Mompi but his mind reminded him that he lost his love. Porishma hummed and disconnected the call. She turned only to find Rudra staring back at her. "Aunt Asha called you", Rudra asked and looked away from her.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

“Sarah!” “I’m sorry I didn’t leave him for you.” I whispered. He looked at Grant. Grant had officially died as the hole in his stomach was wide opened. I noticed it was bigger than the knife would have made it. “I got my fill.” Jason muttered as he pointed to the weird shaped ball beside Grant’s head. Jason had ripped out his heart. “Nice touch.” “You are finished Astra!” The High Priestess said. She looked dangerously mad.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

"Death is negotiable for people with resources. And I have always had exceptional resources." "Where is Richard?" "Safe. Recovering from minor burns. The body you think you saw in the chapel? Another volunteer. A terminal patient I paid handsomely to die in my son's place. Richard walked out the back entrance five minutes before the explosion. He is quite alive." "Why? Why stage all of this?"

She wasn’t aware of the fact that Rakesh was behind her husband’s death. “From childhood, he had everything. Everything I wished for, everything I ever wanted. He was the best son our parents could ever have, he was the smartest, the most intelligent, and brave child they had. So I decided I will not depend on anyone and started stealing from the company. But my smart brother found out about it so I killed him. That was not a car accident, I planned it and I planned for you to die too but you came back. You little whore, taking over control just like him.” Mayra threw him on the ground and got up.

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 her release from prison, Anastasia Knight left HavenHill Central for good. Rafael, diagnosed with renal failure three years into his prison sentence, passed away without ever having the chance to see his children again. THE END.