Siesta Death Novels & Stories

In the end, they decided to work for AB organization and soon just vanished as if kept underground, reserved for a certain use. "He sold his daughter and wife after some time. In the end, was killed one night, by his son, Ryan Williams." The ending left them all shocked. There were two things they didn't saw coming in it and the third was yet to come. "Who is he?" Jane asked and Levi nodded. He was searching for a picture of Ryan Williams, his fingers typing fast on the keyboard of the laptop, which suddenly paused and he turned pale. "What?" They asked him but he didn't move.

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

He pinched it gently, and the entire corpse disintegrated into powder almost instantly. However, a palm-sized object appeared amidst the powder, which looked like a piece of coal. "My lord, he died at the hand of an expert from a mystic sect. It wasn't a monster!" Unus handed the coal-like object to Sebastian. As soon as Sebastian touched it, a bone-piercing chill enveloped him. "What is this?" he asked, startled. "It's a Frezia, which means that he died at the hand of an expert who is highly skilled in the mystic arts," Unus explained once more.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

[I always wanted to meet this person, but not like this] Zia thought looking at the person standing in front of her with a black robe. (a few hours back) "You want to know more about Althea's death and about the Wall of death that is connected to your mom's death in some way, right?" Will asked Zia she nodded her head "Then you need to see something" "Is it the book?" Charles asked "Follow me," Will said while walking holding Zia's hand

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

If he kissed me now, the energy spike would likely blow the windows out of the entire block. ​"Silas is watching the energy readings," Julian whispered, his voice thick with a hunger that terrified me. "Somewhere in a dark room, he’s watching our heartbeats merge. He’s waiting for us to break. He wants the 'Intimacy Death' because that’s when the Jump energy is at its most pure." ​"Then let him watch," I defied, my hand sliding up his neck, my fingers tangling in his damp hair.

X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Sierra went into a state of overload. So many things were happening all at once, her body just shut down. Sierra was asleep for the entire night and day due to severe exhaustion, but she was coming in and out of consciousness the whole time. Sometimes she could hear voices talking in the room, but she couldn’t open her eyes or move her body. She couldn’t even speak. It was as if she was stuck in some purgatory. There was nothing but darkness and emptiness.

Some were saddened by Sia’s death, seeing it as a wake-up call, while others were unapologetic, saying she had this ill fate coming already, and it just arrived earlier than expected. When I returned to the pack house, it was already late, and I was informed to come to the dining table for “The Luna’s Special dinner.” This usually happened whenever a Luna was assigned, with the finest delicacies from across the world sprawled on the Alpha’s dinner table. Alpha King Zeeb was serious; Sia would have no final rites. I walked slowly to the solemn table, where King Zeeb, Heather, Riley, Aurora, and Regina were already seated. Riley’s eyes lit up as I slowly made my way to the table. I managed to