Novel & Cerita That Was Rude That Was Pretty Death Becomes Her

The silver lining in my tragic imminent demise is not having to see her wicked face or hear her annoying voice ever again after I die. “You look very pretty for someone who’s about to die.” She says stopping close to me and scrutinizing me closely. “Oh, so now you think I’m pretty?” I fire back and her brows rise in surprise. She’s taken aback by the fact that I just talked back to her. I’m only doing so because I’m about to die. I won’t be alive for her to torture me and I doubt Alpha Killian will let her torture my corpse. She shrugs her shoulders and says:

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

Janelle’s POV The dead don’t hunt the living - the living hunt the living. Fun fact, a hunter can always turn prey. But speaking of prey… What if I just got married to a predator? I come out of the massive bathroom, big enough to fit in a queen-sized bed with a towel wrapped around my head. I look at the large room in front of me and I almost feel intimidated. My room is large with cream-coloured high walls and bright silver chandeliers hanging gracefully from the intimidating ceiling.

She murmured slowly. Like thunder, the realization hit my head. So, the car which almost stimulated an accident is belonging to them. You bloody! I badly wanted to put some sense into her thick skull but when I looked at her pleading eyes, my anger flew away. It's beautiful... She has light green eyes and brown coloured lengthy eyebrows. She has brown wavy hair that matches her eyebrows. She was wearing skinny black jeans and a pink top which made her look beautiful. Of course! Pink is every girl's favourite colour.

I can't kill my sister; if they really want us dead, so be it. "Leave Ryan alone," I said quietly as she lunged at me with her enchanted knife. I closed my eyes and accepted death's gentle embrace. I winced as the blade pressed into my chest and slid through my body. Take me now, Death, and give me your sweet kiss…

Taylor's POV The man died a painful death. The nail pierced until it was visible at the back of his head, Rose seemed to be in a very good mood as she screamed in happiness, licking the blood off of her face, I found this more than horrifying, wondering if this girl was even normal. She was only 23. I began to wonder what kind of horrible person she would be by the time she reached her thirties. “That was so refreshing!” She said with a massive smile,

“She was a bitch. Pretty on the outside but ugly on the inside.” That was not what I expected him to tell me. I knew all about the pretty types because I had my fair share of dealing with them while growing up. They could easily wrap you around their little fingers and then when they had you where they wanted, they chewed you to bits and spit you out in pieces. “How did she die?” I repeated my earlier question. Keiran looked up at me. “I killed her.”

“She's my lady.” “That's so... charming.” Quick as lightning, the blade was pressed against my throat. I gasped, feeling the hair-thin edge dig into my flesh ever so lightly. “And you know what's even more charming? A dead girl. Especially if that girl was a pain while alive. They're beautiful as corpses- just like a rose. Blood-red and silent as the grave.” “I actually pre- prefer freesia. Roses are cliché-”

The jabbing pain sent her to her knees. Amy attacked Irena like a wild animal. “No pressure, right?” Amy tossed Irena’s words back in her face as she twisted Irena’s fractured wrist. With no remorse, she delivered an open palm strike to Irena’s throat. Princess Death Row’s trachea collapsed, abruptly cutting off her scream. Amy killed Irena so fast that when she blinked her eyes, the bald woman was dead, lying at her feet.

She was not only beautiful, but also sexy. Without doubt, I ended her life through putting the pillow on her face with force so that she could not breathe and dead. I heard her woke up and said something, but because she was suffocating, I could not understood what she was talking about. Eventually, she quieted down. Those happening was not too fast, but I thought that it would be the most easier fight that happened, because the enemy had not fight back. She meet death that was smiling at her. "Ha!" I suddenly exclaimed. "This is the easiest fight that happened. I can't believe that you would like to tell me that there is a big possibility that I cannot defeat this woman."