Siesta Death Novels & Stories

Without waiting for a reaction, she walked straight into the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Trista walked out to find Cassian still on the sofa, chain-smoking those bitter cigarettes of his. She sighed and walked over. "It's late. You have a pack meeting at the estate tomorrow. Just take a shower and go to bed." Cassian looked up at her and took a long, violent drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around his fingers. Trista didn't try to stop him. She just tossed one last comment over her shoulder: "Just so you know, the clinical data says the sudden death rate for chronic sleep deprivation is between 5% and 10%. Do with that what you will."

"Because you knew something that she was hiding to everyone. Can you please tell me what you saw when she caught you?" "I-I saw her bury a body in their backyard." "Is it a woman or man?" "A man wearing a blue basketball jersey." "It's him Sierra." "I thought she threw his body in a river?" "That was just a rumor, but what Diane saw isn't." "What did you saw Ms.Sierra?" "I saw how she killed the guy you saw her bury in their backyard." "She's a creep, Mr.Sapphirus shouldn't be with her. Who knows if she will kill him?"

Sienna Williams stood near the bar, holding a glass of champagne that she hadn’t even taken a sip from. It was that smile on Gisela’s face—so composed, so serene—that made Sienna’s skin itch with discomfort. How could she be so calm after what she'd done? George was dead.

The Coven King gives another snap and Westley stands up as quickly as he fell to the floor moving to sit back down. Caspian begins some type of ritual with the pool of blood, and when he looks to be done he signals Kade as he moves back to the couch. The room slowly goes back to normal, and when the Coven King finally sits back down he gives another snap making Westley pass out in the chair as he looks to me. “That was enough of him.” He says with a knowing smirk. “Okay care to explain?”

Zeke stood quietly and did not answer. However, there was a group of young ladies in bright dresses who were chatting together not far from him. Perhaps it was because of their identities, they were all speaking recklessly without scruples. Zeke took a sip of the glass of champagne in his hand and was about to go to a less crowded place when he heard the ladies say, “Sienna deserved to die. She was always above all of us, and she suppressed us when she was still alive. She’s finally dead now, but she can still occupy such a weight in Young Master Harlowe’s heart even as a dead person! I can’t wait to dig out her body and turn her bones into ashes!”

“And while you were busy trying to turn Silas into a corpse, I dragged Naia out of the... death. She blacked out in the van.” I freeze. “She what?” “Yeah,” Astra says, voice suddenly lower. “She hasn’t woken up yet.” That sinks in like a knife to the gut. My heartbeat goes irregular. Naia. I grip the edge of the bed with trembling hands. "Did you say death?" Kaius asks. “She saw everything,” Astra replies. “I killed the woman on the underground bunk.” My throat tightens. Guilt settles like ash in my lungs. “You..." I sigh, fuck Astra now you've done it.

[Troubles I] SEBASTIAN “Goddess, you worked me over good, didn’t you?” I chuckled, stealing glances at my sweat-drenched mate. Her body was so still. If her chest wasn’t rising and falling with each breath, I’d say she was dead. “Penny for your thoughts.” “I’m not sure you’ll get your money’s worth.” Sierra closed her eyes and exhaled a shallow breath that ended in a sigh. She rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed, slouching her shoulders. It seemed she carried the weight of the world on them.

I did not understand what she meant at first. However, I never imagined our next meeting would turn out the way it did. I finally understood what she meant by "making it up to me." I stood before Sienna's tombstone, staring blankly at the photo of the cheerful girl. It was said that Sienna died with a silver dagger stuck in her chest — the same one Kiera used to commit suicide. She transferred all her assets to my name, making me a billionaire overnight. Some people at her funeral called her the daughter of a rapist and a negligent Alpha Female; others expressed pity for her death.

" Israel must exchange his soul with someone from the future. This person must be dead at the very same time Israel died. It works like this; if Israel died, this person's soul would instantly be exchanged with Israel's. The soul would inherit Israel's body and skills while Israel soul goes to the devil. However, Israel would have absolute control over his mind as a spirit. Israel was given a list to choose from. The gypsy hag gave Israel the date and time of his death. She showed him how he was going to die through her crystal ball. At the very same date, the person he was going to choose from the future actually died on the same date and time Israel got shot. Israel held a long list of peo

There was something about him that gave off the death vibes. “Here,” he said, handing over the files to the cop. I watched as the cop read through with a poker face. He turned to me, “it has been confirmed that Kristina's death was due to an overdose of benzodiazepines. Her medical history states that she was an insomniac. Did you know about that?” I nodded. “Well, it got worse and she went to the hospital asking for new pills. When she was refused, she overdosed on the ones she got and that ended her life.”