Siesta Death Novels & Stories

Walking with her purse above her head, Sien said to Silje before running off, “Oh, I have to go home now. Tomorrow, I have to go to extend my visa. Bye!” Sien disappeared into the crowd and Silje watched her silently. Strangely enough, Silje didn’t get to see Sien after that night. She disappeared from the Chinese medicine store and the neighborhood. Silje felt curious for a moment, but she assumed that Sien ran off somewhere for a better life. Then one day, Aunt Skina came back from her chat with the elderly Chinese woman and said to Silje casually, “Sien is apparently dead.” What? Dead? Sien is dead?

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

she said in such a hurry, there was a glint of desperation in her eyes, letting me know how much she really wanted to stay out of the public eye. "Then explain to us what happened to you and Archer that night when you mysteriously vanished; why you fooled us; why you faked your death." "I'm trying to get away from someone, Ever. And, no, I didn't stage my death; in fact, I had no idea about it!" Sierra's eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly brushed them away before they even fell. Mom tried to comfort her, but all she did was shake her head.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me. "The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?" I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!

He didn't care where he was going; he just wanted to get out of that place. Raia still couldn't believe what happened when he returned to his dormitory. He just witnessed a murder right in front of his eyes. And it wasn't just an ordinary murder; it was done by a ghoul—a fucking ghoul and a strong one who easily broke a head while crazily laughing at it. The next day was another day for classes, but Raia seemed to have lost all her enthusiasm to get out of bed. He stayed up the last night thinking about what he saw, and no matter how many times he tried to forget everything, it felt like a broken record in his mind.

The Healer beside them began to fidget, trying various potions and healing spells, but to no avail. "Sorry, Alpha," the Healer said in a low voice. "I've done everything, but sometimes we have to accept the fate of the Moon Goddes." Sierra breathed her last. "SIERRA!" shouted Alpha Edward, hugging the now lifeless body of the woman. News of Sierra's death spread quickly throughout the packs in the Canadian territory. She was killed by a bow and arrow laced with silver liquid. Moreover, it reached the ears of Alpha King Raymond in the Silverhide Alliance.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

The silence was deafening, and I was sure it would have been the same had we shared the same ride back home. I slowly turned to him, my anger only heightening even more with his perceived nonchalance. "You said she was the one who brought back the light in your life after your first wife cheated on you. You said she was the only one who..." "She is dead," he said, leaning forward to drop the cup of tea on the saucer. "You do not know her enough. You do not know her more than I do. She would have wanted this, too. She knows how much I sacrificed for the cartel."