Sans Dies Novels & Stories

It was an unknown number. Moving away from Eleanor, he picked up the call. His jaw clenched the very next second when he heard that voice. "What the fuck do you want Benjamim?" Leon growled viciously that had Eleanor jumping in her place as her heart stopped hearing that name. "My fiancé. Your nerd idiotic friend, What was his name..." Blood freezes in Leon's veins as he stilled completely. "Chimpanzee...Oh no...Charlie. He's with me currently in a serious condition. And that other guy, yeah Finn. He would be dying slowly. I'll make sure of that." Titus let out a cruel laugh as Leon's hand clenched into fist.

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

"Don't... Elowen... don't do it." ​"He’s dying, Elowen," Silas whispered, the needle inches from my throat. "And if he dies here, in the First Life, he never becomes your Shield. He never saves you. He just becomes another body in the furnace." ​The countdown on the monitor hit 01:00. ​The girl on the table began to moan. Her fingers twitched. The violet light began to leak from her closed eyelids, a raw, unstable version of the power I carried.

Greg's Pov I didn't know that waiting for a reply is this hard. I couldn't stay still and is always looking at my phone if Gracelyn has replied but hours has passed and there was still no reply. I put down my phone and went out to join my family and relatives on the count down. We all shouted from ten to one until the clock strikes twelve. It is officially Christmas eve. We greeted each other a Merry Christmas and had a sumptous meal. Sadly, Kevin, Fin and Roger couldn't come. I understand that we should be with our family first.

She cradled her handbag as she went. Steam seeped into the air from a nearby sewer grate. The side of the hospice barrier was covered in a lattice of graffiti, phalluses, smiley faces, names, and words that made no sense to Wanda on any level. She stopped to catch her breath, one of her strong hands against the wall. Through her fingers she read a small vignette: Time to go, no time to grieve. If it doesn’t end now we’ll never leave.

and he had to watch his mother cry for help. "And then what happened?" My head couldn't handle that. "He received a private phone call saying he had 24 hours to save his mother." as she spoke, I noticed that her eyes filled with tears. I didn't want to listen anymore. "He did everything ... he was looking for her all over Italy and the cities around it. He sought help from all his friends." "And..?" My voice was breaking. "He never managed to find and save Mrs. Sofia... and the man responsible for her death ... he never showed up. "

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.

I gave up on the one person I cherished most in exchange for his chance to live. After the surgery, I returned to the tiny basement that held every memory of us. I sat there in silence while waiting for death to come for me once again. I never thought I would see Roman again.