That Was Rude That Was Pretty Death Becomes Her นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jones replied calmly, "Haven't you seen her yet? She's right in front of you." Evan's eyes widened as he stared at the urn in disbelief. "You're lying…" His words sounded like a joke to Mrs. Jones as she replied sarcastically, "When have I ever lied to you? There isn't any reason for me to do something like that. I ended up repaying Madison by causing her death. A good woman like her ended up dying from your incessant bullying."

As she shoved me through the doors, all I felt was a sense of crushing unfamiliarity. The excruciating, twisting pain in my stomach surged again. Unable to hold it back, I doubled over and coughed up a mouthful of black blood. As I frantically tried to wipe it away, Priscilla caught sight of it. She just let out a cold snort. "Nice touch with the props. You really think that's going to make me feel guilty? Save the performance for Mom and Dad. Those cheap tricks don't work on me."

"Did you kill him? Don't tell me you shot him, you can't because I don't want easy death for him." She was still staring blankly into nothing. "Easy death?" She chuckled like she had lost her mind, it was evil. "His soul will be terrified to be reborn, I'll give him that kind of death... He will scream in agony like I did... He will turn into ash like he turned my dignity into dust... He will die a slow and painful death like my innocent baby did..." Neel and Rudra both looked at her stunned realising she was pregnant. Rudra grabbed his head in disbelief.

I was ready to fight back but she stood there glaring at me with white knuckles. We stomped into the locker hallway, our breaths heavy and chest pumped. “Can you believe that girl? I thought she died or something.” “Died? That's a stretch but I did think she had left for good.” I replied, staring back at the entrance where we walked through. “It would have been so much better if she got hit by a bus,” Deej gruffed. “I… I noticed something's different about her.” I added. “She looks…” “Like a witch, that's certain,” Deej cut in. “She thinks those black lipsticks and goth aesthetic is gonna make her any scarier,”

“Selina. It would be a crime not to.” “You’re going to die.” “If I do, put this on my tombstone: ‘Death by D.’” We laughed so hard the mail guy gave us a dirty look, but it was worth it. I watched her settle into her chair, one leg crossed over the other, the ice pack delicately balanced on her thigh like a napkin at a very improper dinner party. There was something beautiful about the way she wore her debauchery—like it was armor, not shame. I envied that.

His throat was dry, his voice breaking as he answered, “Not for me. I… I brought someone. She’s dying. I need you to save her.” The woman’s typing stopped. For the first time, she turned her head slowly toward him. When her eyes landed on the unconscious girl in his arms, her face hardened. “No,” she said sharply, standing to her full height. “ Take her somewhere else. Get her out of here.” But Death didn’t move. Instead, he strode past her, setting Deli gently onto a surgical cot against the wall. He lingered for a second, brushing her hair from her face, before he turned back toward the woman.

Thomas clutched at his hair in anguish and collapsed to the ground, devastated beyond words. David stared blankly at the will in his hands. All of Jasmine's assets had been donated, completely and without reservation, to charity. She had not left them a single cent. Even in death, Jasmine had not forgiven them. She must have been utterly heartbroken to make such a final, ruthless decision. The police soon arrived and took Emma away. "Take them too! Arrest all of them! They're all guilty! They were the ones who gave me her treatment spot. They denied Jasmine a chance to live. If not for them, she wouldn't have died!"

I shook my head, "It's not fair for you." She shook her head and looked away. My gaze dropped down as i nervously raked my shaking hand in my hair. "She is dead." her voice low as she said it. My hand curled into a fist, "Even though." I said. I swallowed hard, "I can't-" She nodded her head, "So you will stay like this for the rest of your life." "I don't know !" I said, my voice louder this time, "All i know is that i can't."

Dressed in a black shirt, Leo gripped a bottle of whiskey, downing one after another like water. His friends had tried everything to talk him out of it, but nothing worked. In desperation, they discreetly brought in a few high-end escorts, hoping someone could lift Leo's spirits. "Whoever gets Don Leo's attention tonight is set for life," one whispered. A woman in a red dress approached Leo, her fingers brushing the buttons of his shirt. "Get out." The bottle shattered across her forehead before she could even react. Blood streamed down her face. "Who told filth like you that you could touch me?"

After a while, the internet finally stopped talking about me. But then, a random comment brought everything back. Arcadezwade: The day my grandma passed, I saw this really wide-eyed, pretty girl buying a burial plot. She looked about my age. I overheard her telling the salesperson that she was buying it for herself. She said she wanted the quietest place possible to lay herself to rest. She’s still so young. I hope she changes her mind. Attached to the comment was a blurry photo. Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable.