Talk Back You're Dead の小説・ストーリー

He was calm and unbothered like it was nothing. Maybe... I was overthinking. Maybe I said something out loud. "...But I heard you say reborn," I insisted, unsure. "Are you sure you're not hearing my thoughts?" His gaze hardened slightly. "I said no." "Don't let fear make you foolish. I was talking about the Replay of that game. Will you participate? Remember you died in the game because your wolf Lena became weak." My shoulders slowly relaxed. Right! That made sense. There was no way... I exhaled softly.

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

A giggle echoes and the taunting words rings. “Now, now, now. Let’s call for your own Death Reincarnate.”

Cadence yelled after him, though her smile revealed she was teasing. “I’m not sure that’s possible,” he admitted. “I will tell you this though,” he said pausing just before the exit, “when I meet this Gibbon guy, he’s gonna wish I’d never come back from the dead.”

The room fell into absolute silence. Old Joe slid off his chair, clutching his ear, shaking. “Next time,” I said calmly, blowing lightly across the barrel, “the bullet goes through your forehead.” My tone was as casual as if I were discussing the weather. “The Corleone family has no room for parasites. Either you return what you stole tenfold, or you keep Luca company.” I looked around the table slowly. “You have three days.” After that, I stood and walked out. Behind me, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

~Lyra~ You think I died, folks? Oh, come on, baby. Seriously? It’s me. Lyra. I’m right here. I’m alive, I’m breathing, and yes, I’m still talking too much because I would actually go insane if I stayed quiet for even a minute.

It made me uncomfortable. “ I could go with the beta. Have you thought that you coming back from the dead is not a miracle? Have you thought that maybe just maybe you are immortal?” Logan questioned. The room fell silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop before Alpha Moonseekers and Vex fell into laughter so loud. I would have laughed too if I had not been dying inside with each day that passed. I would have thrown my head back and laughed if I did not have this feeling that maybe just maybe he was right.

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

"Now maybe you’ll understand the betrayal I felt when you left me there to die." Left him to die? Was he out of his fucking mind? How could he believe something like that? He was my best friend! I would never! "What’s going on here?" Ramone’s voice echoes around me. Perfect timing. Maybe he could help me make sense of this. "It seems that our friend has come back from the dead." I say slowly, still unable to believe what I’m saying. "Really?" Ramone asks. "Does that mean that you’re a zombie? Maybe a ghost? Or are you just an annoying bastard that refuses to disappear? "

"The pain you are feeling now is from your mate, he thinks that you are dead" " am I dead" I was bewildered " yes"