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He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

Damn it! @Death Wish

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

Eun-Hee gazes down and sobs. Everyone's attention turns to the door, which is wide open, revealing Dr. Haneul. Jung-Won clenches his fist and runs to Haneul. He grabs Haneul's collar and starts beating him badly. Jung-Won punches Haneul in the face, causing him to fall on the floor. "How dare you ruin my happy life?" He says while beating him badly. Eun-Hee runs to him and tries to stop him but fails as Jung-Won shoots her a scary glare. "He will die. Please leave him, Jung-Won." But he is not leaving him. Jung-Won stops as Soon-Ja says. "Mr. Geun, please leave him." Everyone's eyes are wide open in shock. Jung-Won throws him on the floor and leaves the house. Soon-Ja lets out a sigh and fol

L couldn’t sleep that night. He kept on stirring and tossing and turning in his bed. Damn. He is so excited for tomorrow. “Just you wait, Karate Kid. I’ll have my revenge on you tomorrow.” He muttered as he shut his eyes to force sleep. Hell yeah. Tomorrow will be a day that’s worthy to be written in the history of South Korea. When Patrice Kwon steps into that darned school of Woollim, she is dead. Or at least to L’s delight alone.

—Jin Park— He actually died. [ To be continued... ]

The TV is on, but the sound is turned off. Eun Min Ah stares at the screen. Nearly all the channels are talking about Bo Ji Won’s murder. Public is protesting in front of Ahn Hana’s house. Some news channels are holding debates, discussing the law. A few others are talking about Do Seol Ah’s death. Phones are ringing in the house, but nobody is picking it up. Do Hwan Seok, Do Sejin’s father, hasn’t been going out.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

What's Truce doing here? He's the last person I expect to see here because I'm being accused of killing his father. Truce carefully moves Bella out of the way and stands directly opposite me. His fiery green eyes bore into me for a while before he spoke. “Did you kill him or not?” His expression is calm, betraying no emotion. He looks great in a black trouser, black shirt, and a long black coat. His hair is packed in a ponytail, defining his already perfectly handsome features.