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

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.

But after my death, she was still twisting the truth to her advantage. I hated her. I hated that I died too soon. I hated that I never saw through her facade while I was alive. I had given her the chance to hurt me and to hurt my mother. I shouted with all my strength from the sidelines, begging Allen not to be fooled by her innocent face. But he couldn't hear me, and he couldn't see the fury churning in my eyes. Fortunately, his mind was too preoccupied with my condition to pay her any attention. He brushed Sadie's hand away, forcing her back onto the hospital bed.

I chuckled, enjoying her panic. “Where is she?” She started to scream and tears fell down from her eyes. “Calm down, I will be back sometime.” I walked out of the door. “Are you trying to escape from me?” She screamed. Some kind of anger raged in me and I– again entered the room keeping big steps to grab her throat to make her suffer getting enough of air. “Do you want to die too early at this age?” I asked her as my eyes darkened. “I might die maybe but never in your hands.” She said it very confidently.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

I thought it was destiny and that romance was written in fate. After my father died, the Monroe family fell into rapid decline. The four of us tore each other apart over what little inheritance remained. In that life, I thought I had finally won. I believed I had defeated them all and married the most powerful mafia godfather alive. Yet, on our wedding night, Dante stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with madness. “You’re not her!” he roared. “How dare you wear the ring and marry me!” The hunting knife pierced my chest again and again until blood soaked through my white wedding dress. I died in unbearable pain, drowning in confusion and despair. If his beloved wasn’t me, then who was she

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

Her eyes turned red as she rushed forward and slammed her hand on the table. "None of you have the right to blame her! Do you think she wanted something like this to happen? She's sick! It's an illness that could cost her life!"

That softness keeps me grounded. I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out my spare makeup bag. If I’m going to take this man apart, I need to look sharp doing it. Touching up my lipstick, I check my lashes, fluff my hair, and lift the mirror to scan for flat spots—then freeze. A flash of green in the reflection. Familiar. My mirror slips from my hand as I whip around. Nothing. “I could’ve sworn—” “El, he’s sweating like a whore in church,” Halle says as she returns. “Shirt’s soaked. Looks like he’s going to melt out of his jack… et… Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

She looked at me and I shook my head and closed my eyes. Until the crying, begging and the screaming stopped. I looked at them and I saw the girl with her shorts down and her shirt up no longer moving. Her eyes are open and still facing me. She is dead. They killed her and it is just nothing to them. POOR GIRL.