Novel & Cerita Siesta Death

“Hello there, everyone! Tonight, we’re going to murder a new person! I hope he doesn’t turn out like our Suicider from last night, who collapsed after discovering what we’re going to use on him to execute him! Hahahaha. I focused my attention on the Live Suicide notification because it rang. @Eula Romes That kid dared to squander our time! @Rimes Dame I nearly fell asleep in my bed because of the time he woke up! Fortunately, my spouse jolted me awake, so I witness his death. @Belle Bill I couldn’t finish watching his demise because I had lost my appetite. @Juliet Suan It’s a good thing I am having trouble sleeping every night or else I did not watch his death. I read a lot of other comments

The memory answers before she can stop it. Her back against the concrete pillar. The dead closing in. One hand pressed to her bleeding arm. The bag gone. Dex gone. No rescue. No miracle. Just her, laughing once because of course this was how it ended, because if she had known betrayal came with this much paperwork she would have asked for a receipt. She had still tried to get up. Even then. Especially then. “That’s a flattering way to say I died stubborn.” It was a statistically significant death. A laugh escapes her before she can catch it. Small. Ugly. Almost nothing.

“Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.” My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...” I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”

The girl in the mirror had an exceptionally beautiful face with skin whiter than snow and picturesque eyes and brows. However, there was no trace of expressions on her face. Her ocean-blue pair of eyes also did not have any fluctuations whatsoever. This was not a cold temperament. Rather, the girl called Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. The woman touched her face and there came in view were her long slender beautiful fingers, she rubbed her wrist with her other hand and hitched her breath. This woman is the same woman who killed herself, however, the soul residing inside, is no longer the same.

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

No one answered. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Hestia parted her trembling lips. "It's a death seal." My breath caught. "What do you mean, a death seal?" Dante clenched his fists. "It's a cursed spell." "What kind of spell?" "One that slowly consumes the victim's soul." My knees gave way. "No..." Silas coughed. Black blood trickled from his lips. I dropped to his side, cradling his head in my lap. "No. No. No." Silas forced a smile.

At the time, they just laughed it off and didn't think much about it. Two years later, she died in a traffic accident due to a brake failure that sent her crashing into a guardrail. There was no alcohol or speeding involved. I still remember the cold, sterile white sheet pulled over her body. It was freezing cold that day. Xavier's sister never liked me. I always felt small and unwelcome around her. However, after her death, the Lowes thought I'd cursed her, and they hated me for it with every fiber of their being. …

All he could think about was my injured figure. "I'm Theo. Liam's dead." His words left Mia completely stupefied. It took her ages before she finally managed to shriek, "What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me that I've been getting in bed with my mate's brother every night?" "That's right, and you did it knowingly, too!"

“Their lives would be easier if they weren’t playing musical beds.” “You’re one to talk. Sarah’s my coworker.” “There’s nothing wrong with sleeping with your sister’s coworker. And she’s not a coworker, you hired her once to help write a court case. And you brought it on yourself by inviting her to my show.” “I didn’t realise that’s what she was into. Is everyone else in bed?” “Yeah. Shame you missed the show.” “How’d it go?” “People seemed happy. I got a lot of laughs from the vegan cheese bit.”

Chapter 18 – Hyacinth The golden hues of morning seeped through the curtains, dust particles swirling lazily in the sunlight. I lay there, motionless, trying to make sense of the storm raging inside me. Every brush of the sheets against my bare skin felt like a whisper of his touch, a phantom reminder of the night that had unraveled everything. Silas’s arm draped across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. His breath was steady against the nape of my neck, a soft rhythm that somehow grounded me and terrified me at the same time.