That Was Rude That Was Pretty Death Becomes Her の小説・ストーリー

"Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night." Melody looked like a madwoman. "Later, I found that psychic again," she spat. "He was nothing but a fraud. My parents paid him well, so he pretended to be clever and made up a bunch of rubbish. But I wasn't satisfied. You deserved to die. I got this statue from him. He told me that if I stuffed a person's birth data and hair into it, I could burn that person's life away and make it serve me. So what if I copied your designs, Charlotte? It's a

The chatting nurses were all startled. The one whose hand Damon had grabbed was just about to get angry, but the moment she met Damon’s icy gaze, her courage crumbled. “We don’t know the full details either. We only heard that a young girl died in the operating room of the Blythes’ private hospital. If you’re interested, you can go take a look. The police are also investigating her identity.” After speaking, she seemed to recognize who Damon was and gave him a smile.

“Dont delude yourself. As if you can.” “I can't. I can die trying though.” What the fuck? Axel marveled at how ruthless she sounded when she said those words as if death was not a big deal. She smiled widely for the first time since Axel had met her. “Yeah. I'll die trying.” She then took her battle stance as if ready to attack and a furious Axel also took his. She lunged at him, swift, agile and with a lot of force and momentum. Axel, raising a brow, was momentarily stunned but he still dodged although not as easily as he had imagined he would. Before he could recover, she was on him once more, her claws now elongated in a half transformation state.

“Do you remember us, then? My father and my mother?” Jonathon sniffs at me and rears his head back like I stink. “I remember the whiny little bitch who squealed like a stuck pig when I ripped her daddy’s head–” I thrust my claws into his side and he coughs and wheezes. “Do not speak ill of the dead.” I hiss in his ear. I extract my claws from his side. Then I rear back and thrust them into his groin, his eyes bulging and his breathing rough as he tries to deal with the pain.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

~death~ "Fuck me, I knew this was going to be a bad idea. When the Prez finds out, I'm dead. But at this moment, seeing her flawless pale skin and realizing she wasn't wearing a bra... When I noticed she was missing during the chaos of our return, I didn't think much of it. But when I looked around for her and saw she wasn't in her room, I cursed and quickly went out looking for her. Thank fuck I did. I found her a good ways from the clubhouse, walking. I could tell something was wrong the moment I looked into her eyes, so I decided to take a different route and head to a nearby motel. Here I am now, with her splayed out on top of me, asking her if she's sure about this. Her eyes bore into m

“Hold on. You don’t really mean that, do you?” “I mean it,” I said, keeping my tone as casual as possible while examining the dress’s delicate lace. “She died from an intense paper cut. So I heard. It was really pitiful. Tragic, even.” “No way!” She covered her mouth, eyes wide with disbelief and barely contained laughter. “That’s so… random. I’ve never heard of anyone dying from that. I swear rich folks are wired differently.” “There’s always a first time for everything,” I replied with a shrug, fighting my own smile.

Her breath hits my ear,and she whispers making a shiver to run down my spine. "Death" I move my head in a no while she just smiles, getting up to turn her back on me and approach the Alpha. My fists clench as I see her peck his lips, my teardrops wetting the ground. They don't stop there. His hand rests on her waist and he deepens the kiss. While she enjoys it, holding his face in her hands. I felt already dead , they will do a favour on me by killing me. "Finish him "

When Ellie woke up this morning she didn’t plan her death, she never imagined her death would come this way and the Alpha of the Crimson pack would be the one to end her life. She has not even done a lot of things, like playing in the rain, wearing her mother’s clothes, try to grow a mustache, get a pet and the list goes on like that. Why does life have to be this unfair? She stared at the person meaning to kill her and she was a little bit comforted, she would be killed by a handsome manic rude Alpha. He was just watching her without saying a word.

"Here. I'll bury you here. ALIVE. NAINA KUMARI. You had made my life upside down. Because of you, I'm living my life in hell. Because of you, I have become a psycho. All call me mad, Psycho. Only because of you, has my life become like this. And you are living your life happily with your dearest husband and your newborn baby." That person screamed saying, newborn baby. "YOU HAVE TO DIE. NAINA KUMARI. OOPS! NAINA SAMEER PRATAP SINGH. YOU WILL DIE. AND I'LL BE YOUR DEATH ." THE END