Siesta Death Novels & Stories

After mourning her for what seemed like hours, he announced her death to Zevara and Magnus. Zevara wasn’t too sad; she wasn’t excited either. She simply watched in silence as Silas placed her bagged body at the back of an SUV and drove towards his pack in the East. He buried her in the royal cemetery where queens and kings were laid to rest—even though she wasn’t one. But to him, she was his queen, and she would forever live in his heart.

Sienna appears to make the first attempt, only to pull back just as Deathstroke's hands swipe to grab her. Sienna uses the opportunity to grab onto his arm, stomping on the back of his knee to push him down further. However, they're far too easily matched. In one swift movement, Deathstroke reaches back and pulls her around while sliding a leg out to trip her. She crashes over his leg but holds onto it as she goes down. She pulls hard on his leg, pulling it out from under him. She then jumps up in the air and crashes an elbow into his chest.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

“The police and FDA investigators have been looking into groups like this for months.” My mother covered her mouth. Adrian looked at the waiver as if it had turned into a weapon in his hands. My father lowered the papers. For the first time since he entered the room, he looked old. The monitor gave one long, empty tone. A paramedic checked the clock. “Time of death, 6:27 a.m.” My mother collapsed into sobs. Adrian shut his eyes. My father stood there with the waiver trembling in his hand.

"I.. I'm working undercover for Oracle to threaten your seat and reputation in the hierarchy and I wanted to carry out fulltime assassinations in a girls high school and I broke into a branch of your organization and led the ki...killing of the men there, and... and.." ‎Kiean nodded. "About how many?" ‎"A... ab.. fifty .." ‎"How many are alive with you?" ‎"Twenty workers." ‎"That's small." He scratched his neck as he look at the people, ignoring the bodies on the floor. "Are any oracles among?" ‎"N..no." ‎"Your family?" ‎"W..what?" ‎It was quick, but I saw it. Kiean reached out a hand and grabbed the man's mandibles and jerked his face towards him. "Should I repeat myself?"

“I swear with my soul.” Whispering as he soul herself and everything that she has into the birth and life of her now known identity. She laughs as the entire Palace is engulfed with flame and the dead bodies piles around her. With the bright full moon that somehow crying with blood and a prominent chain that snaps and breaks in between. Her cries echo as that night closes with her fake death and curse. “I shall heed unto it as I shall see it all to myself. I’ll go to kill you, Daniela.”

Most of the time, she stayed inside the house we shared. Darkness filled the room, and empty bottles littered the floor. Sienna would sit by the bed, intoxicated beyond recognition. Sometimes she laughed; sometimes she cried. She claimed she could only confront the truth of my death when drunk. Her company entered a critical period, but Sienna never showed up. Her assistant called again and again, desperate to reach her. However, Sienna said only one thing, "Do you know Asher is dead? He left me." Her assistant had no choice but to play along.

"Perry, why? Why on earth would you sign up for a clinical trial? If you hadn't gone—" "If I hadn't gone, how were we supposed to pay off the debt?" I cut her off, my eyes full of cold derision. "Priscilla told me she was working as a sleeper in haunted houses, but the truth was she was going home to a comfortable bed every night." I turned my gaze toward Priscilla. "The only time we actually spent any real time together was during the New Year. Last year, while we were having New Year's Eve dinner, she sat there looking miserable, complaining that it didn't even feel like the holidays.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.