The End And The Death Novels & Stories

Mom said. The police had started paying a lot of attention to us ever since Lewis' death. But it was true that there wasn't any proof that Mom had wanted to kill any of my boyfriends. I was in despair. "Then what the hell happened? Do I just not deserve to be loved? Every single man who's ever genuinely loved me has met a terrible end." Mom sighed and said, "Your 23rd birthday is in a week's time. You'll get all your answers then. So please don't starve yourself lest you don't make it to that day."

“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 “.

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

Her sharp gaze locked onto me, a chilling weight in her words. "There’s still one matter left unsettled." She set down her teacup with deliberate precision. "My mother’s death."

I know i can count on you, my brave princess. This is the point where I say don't trust anyone, not even the people that hung around mamá and papà. Trust yourself. There's a safe box in.......... And that was were it came to an end. "He knew he was going to die that day" i whispered to myself. This place was scattered cause he was probably looking for something that'd be of aid to me, Martina and mamá but unfortunately she died too. He stopped writing and also signed in the time cause that was when the invaders came in.

he pulls out another paper from the file and reads out the headline to my hearing. " April twenty fifth, Nineteen eighty three. Senator Duraj Khalifa found and confirmed dead in his apartment" he flips open the paper and continues reading. "Roughly a month after Mr Khalifa's election, he was found dead in his apartment with a drink containing chloroform and two gunshot wounds to the head. The investigation team suspect it to be a suicide due to the evidences gathered and no sign of external presences " Mr Reid raises his eyes from the paper to send me a glance.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

And she had lost him anyway. Zane knelt next to her and put his hand on her back. He didn’t say anything. Because there wasn’t much to say. After all of it, after all the wars, the betrayals, the blood shed — This was how it ended. Not with a final gunshot. Not with a final stand of terrible drama. But with a man bleeding to death in an empty cathedral, his sins being washed away with the last breath he drew.

peace of mind The soul never dies Total absence of fear No trace of regret no rings on your ear So no need to spend Yet you get the best. (Vanity upon vanity) all is vanity Death is not the end Death, the great equalizer, Takes us all in its grasp, Rich or poor, weak or strong, None can escape its clasp. It's a mystery, a puzzle, A journey we must take alone, Leaving behind loved ones, And the life that we have known. But death is not the end,