Siesta Death Novels & Stories

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

Valdez and daughter Essa heading to the cemetery. My chest tightens as I scroll through more articles, each one worse than the last. *SEBASTIAN VALDEZ’S FAMILY TRAGEDY: ANOTHER CASUALTY OF DRUNK DRIVING *SARAH VALDEZ: A LIFE CUT SHORT—SUICIDE OR SOMETHING MORE SINISTER?* *BLOOD ON HIS HANDS: DID SEBASTIAN PUSH HIS WIFE TO COMMIT SUICIDE?* The details of Sarah’s death are chilling. She bled out in the freezing woods of upstate New York, her body succumbing to hypothermia. Some reports call it suicide. Others blame Sebastian, painting him as the villain in a sordid tale of betrayal and despair.

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

And the biggest question was who had killed the witch. She remembered her lifeless body lying on the floor with her eyes closed. There was no injury or bloodshed. She wasn't pummeled, slaughtered, or strangled. It was still a mystery how she died. They were back to square one now. Sienna also wondered if Dustin also remembered what had happened. They had returned from the mouth of death. They were so close to losing their lives. Her guts twisted even thinking about it. Sienna soon found herself drowning in sleep in his arms. Azriel carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her mattress. Pressing a soft kiss on her lips, he bid her goodnight and left her room.

Police cars and ambulances filled the open space at the entrance. Sia was dead. The absurd part was that it was declared an accident. She had fallen and bitten through her tongue, which triggered a neurogenic shock that led to her death. A notification popped up when she died. My phone screen lit up with a notification from an online shop. [Satanic Shop: Hello, dear. We recommend the following products for you. Please make a purchase if interested.] Following the message was a product description and warnings.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

The moment I saw her laying there, an ominous stillness greeted me. "Oh my God" I gasped, my stomach twisting into a tight knot and I clamped my hand over my lips. There were two bodies, one was Sienna's and she was dead in the corner of the room in what appeared to be a suicide but then there was, "Eliana" I called with a crack in my voice.

He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to react—his fingers grabbed her wrist, pulling her to the window. “There,” he said, pointing to the far end of the estate. “See that greenhouse?” She nodded slowly. “Dante died there.” She froze. “W-what?” “Not an accident. Not suicide. He was killed.” His voice cracked. “Because of something he knew. Something about your mother.” Sienna’s breath left her body. She turned to face him, but he was already retreating—back to that wall of ice he always hid behind. “Why tell me this now?” she asked.

Sue suddenly grabbed her sister and turned her to face her "MARK IS DEAD SIA AND YOU KNOW IT...YOU JUST CHOOSE NOT TO ACCEPT IT...His never coming back, his not sleeping or joking...his really DEAD" Sia shook her head and stumbled "NO... THAT'S NOT TRUE" And she ran upstairs and Sue ran after her. Selena walked up to Mark, whispered some words and touched his forehead and Mark suddenly disintegrated into dust. It was then that it became Dawn on me that Mark was really gone, I would no longer see his face, I will no longer hear his jokes. I tried to stand but my legs gave way but my knees gave and I would have fallen if not that a masculine figure caught me.