Screaming Death Novels & Stories

He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.

She was going to have a field day on A****n picking out super amazing stuff for Dino. Meredith looked up at Brayden’s smile. It was warm and satisfying as though he had just been wrapped in the warmest, softest blanket and given the best cup of hot chocolate in existence and told he could make a wish and it had come true. She may not like this man in front of her but his smile was captivating and looked delicious. For some reason she wanted to taste it. Just for a fleeting moment she had a desire to taste him. She shook her head and remembered what he wished for, her. His wish had come true. She had agreed. And for some reason she felt the need to repeat it. “I agree to My Death Contract.” A

The fresh wind blew, leaving a smile on his face. "Isn't it great to just stare at the clear sky all day? To worry about nothing else but the possibility that it would rain all of a sudden." "It is not a Friday night. Why have you come all of a sudden? And in front of everyone! You know how scary it is just to see you?" "Beats me!" Of all creature, of course Nisemono understands how scary the Angel of Death is. Even though that man always put a sweet innocent smile, it can change within a blink of an eye. That's why, he will never do the mistake the Lost Boy had committed.

Something came into my mind, it's like a dream or like a flashback of memories that I once forgotten where I saw Mom crying over and hugging Dad's dead body sunk on his own blood. "Run!" I heard Mom screamed over me. Then after that everything turned black as I totally lost consciousness.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

What he saw was emptiness—an absolute, eternal, icy void. Connor stood there with his head bowed for a long moment before suddenly saying in a low voice, "Sylvia, stop messing around. This isn't funny. Get up and yell at me!" His entire body trembled. Then, like a man possessed, he tore the severed hand free and let out a raw, explosive scream. "Get up! I'm telling you to get up! Do you hear me? Sylvia, get up now!" Ignoring the blood and the gruesome state of the remains, he threw himself onto my dismembered body and shook the broken pieces frantically.

I turned off my phone and went to sleep. When I woke up the next day and turned my phone back on, it vibrated for ten minutes straight. All missed calls and texts from Mom. "Elena Marshall, where's the money? What's the meaning of that stack of scratch cards in the mailbox?" "I get it now. You're getting revenge on me, aren't you? Don't you dare come back. When you do come back, I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful daughter!" "Sweetie, how about this. Just give me the money you spent on the scratch cards instead…"

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.