Novel & Cerita Story Of Death

"Stop, please!!" I begged for my life as I struggled with all my might, desperate for air. But the more I struggled, the stronger they held me under the water. I was going to die... like really going to die. Drowning wasn't the way I thought I would go. I could feel my life slipping away from my grasp. Everything began to fade away and turn black. The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body.

Her face was pale as she continued, "That's how your father died too." My heart skipped a beat. Didn't Dad die because Mom killed him after he tried to sell me off to some human traffickers? Grandma and Mom… Could one of them have lied to me? My expression remained unchanged as Grandma continued, "Your mother insisted on changing your fate, so she took on what was supposed to happen to you and died a tragic death in return." I'd heard from my neighbors that Grandma used to volunteer as a teacher in Nungaar territory. Grandma allegedly cured many children of their nightmares after returning home and even knew how to cleanse negative energies. She was a greatly respected elder back in my homet

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

Chapter thirteen: Wounds and Warriors Death, as they say, is a part of the circle of life. Whoever is born will some day die, unless, of course, you're some sort of alien who snuck into earth or a creature of the night like a vampire. But alas, life isn't a Hollywood fantasy movie with mythical beings and eternal youth. In the real world, death is a reality that we must face, just as I did when my father passed away. Despite clinging to hope for his recovery, the harsh truth eventually settled in—he was gone.

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 children's story." "It's a history that powerful people decided to call a children's story," he said. "Because the alternative was admitting it was real and dealing with what that meant." He leaned forward slightly. "The seal breaks in one of two ways. Death — which is what happened to the three before you, too soon, too violent, the power burned out before it could settle. Or—" "A broken bond," I said slowly.

She stood by the river and finally answered the question the police had been asking all along. "I know why David killed himself. I also know what Jason said before he died. "Right now, I'm the only person in the world who can answer your questions." She brushed her hair back and smiled faintly. Three people in my family had died one after another. The police could no longer treat it as an ordinary case. Reporters swarmed the story, and before long, the entire country was talking about it.

“Not here.” I shoved his hand away. “Why?” I demanded. “Because people might hear?” Several tables had gone quiet. Adrian lowered his voice. “Evelyn, calm down.” “Don’t tell me to calm down.” My eyes burned. “You told me my parents were dead. You told me Liz was dead. You told me you lost your family because of me.” His jaw tightened. “I can explain.” “Explain what?” I laughed, but it came out broken. “That they were overseas the whole time? That Liz was spending your money while I counted coins for groceries? That you went home every night while I thought you were working dangerous jobs just to keep us alive?”

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like