Siesta Death Novels & Stories

* *What the hell is that? *Zeressta is a dish prepared from Zestos…. Ummm… it is something that grows on plants….* Sia still couldn’t understand anything. She shrugged her shoulders and said *I don’t think I will understand. Anyway leave it, it is not important.* The next moment Sia felt like her world had turned upside down. She watched in horror as R’s face turned pale and he started gasping for breath. Then he fell on the floor. He broke out in cold sweat and his body started convulsing.

Zion suggests, urging his younger brother to follow him. “I’m sorry, I tried my best,” Sia says, looking around at us, her eyes filled with tears. “You did well, now don’t you worry about this stuff,” Sebastian says, letting go of Zaia and hugging her. “Is she going to die?” she whispers. I can’t listen to any more of this and turn away, knowing I have to try to find a cure! “We’ll keep looking for a solution,” Zaia whispers to her, an answer that does not deny or confirm her question.

The first thing he heard was Sierra crying. "Don’t stop me, Mrs. Wolsey. Nobody cares about me or my life. I don’t want to live anymore; there is no point in living!" Sierra was holding a fruit knife, wanting to cut her wrists, but was being held back by Mrs. Wolsey. "Ms. Woods, calm down! If anything happens to you, Mr. Alvarez will kill me!" "Let go of me! I’m the one seeking death, and it has nothing to do with you!"

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Late one night, I was going over the casino books. The numbers danced before my eyes, every single transaction a mark of pure power and wealth. A light knock on the door. "Come in." Silas pushed the door open and walked respectfully to my desk. "Miss, I have something to report." "Speak." I didn't look up, continuing to sign paperwork with my left hand. "Stella is dead." My pen paused for a second, then went back to gliding across the paper. "When?" "Today at 3:12 PM." Silas's voice was as steady as water. "After over a month of having her bones shattered every day, her heart failed from the extreme agony and mental collapse."

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"

"It's a relief that you don't know him," Cassian replied. "He's dead." Jasmine's fork suddenly clattered to the table. She stared at Cassian in shock. "What did you just say?" "I said, Wraithbound is dead." As soon as Cassian's words fell, he saw tears spilling down Jasmine's cheeks. Alarmed, he asked, "Are you okay, Mom?" Jasmine wiped her tears away. "How did he die?" "He contracted the Devil Trumpet's Kiss and spent the last 20 or so years in a hollowed-out saint's bust, where sunlight never reached him."

The air around us seemed to freeze solid, the very wind holding its breath as the countdown echoed off the jagged Alpine peaks. ​Silas looked at his sister, his face pale and slick with sweat despite the sub-zero temperature. The "diplomat" was gone, replaced by a man who could smell his own mortality in the ozone-heavy air. "Sienna, we have to go. Look at him! He's not bluffing. Look at his eyes—he’s gone, Sienna. The man you knew in Paris is dead and buried."