Novel & Cerita The Red Death Osmosis Jones

Mary lamented for their death as if they were her parents because they treated her like family when they were alive. Prince fainted. He never thought he would lose his parents on the same day. When he was revived, Mary and Collins consoled him. Their deaths wasn't an accident, it was an assassination from an enemy. They were both shot in the head. Prince felt how Rose's parents felt when they lost their precious daughter.

he groaned. Once the drawer was out, he unzipped the bag from head to toe until Oswin's body was completely free from the black plastic material. Taking the flashlight out of his teeth, he used his left hand to hold it up above Oswin's face, where he looked at the beauty before him. "Immortals sure are different. Even when they are dead, they still look magnificent." He shook his head in amazement. "It's such a pity that your beautiful face is going to be detached from your handsome body."

“Sweetheart, I don’t think now is the time to talk about it. I promised Griffin and Jaeger that we’ll give it our full attention starting next week. We will talk then, okay?” “You’re right.” She nods and turns all her attention to Elias. “Get him some water,” she says aloud. Oswald comes out of his daze and runs to Elias’s bar to pour him some water. Like me, he's probably thinking about his own mate, her death that lies in wait, the moment he'll wake up next to her mummified corpse. I look at Julius’s emaciated body and shudder. No matter how many times I’ve seen it, I’ve never grown used to it, never forgotten how much it hurts.

Balancing the tray onto one palm, I reach the other to open the door whilst fussing over the unstable tray mocking my strength. "I brought you your meal, and I hope you have an appetite now...." My voice trails off and the door continues to expand open inwards from my push. What has my eyes expanding with the gravest shock that freezes the blood pumping in my veins, is the gruesome scene of the crimson-haired stranger feasting savagely on the neck of a palling and faintly struggling woman in a growing pool of blood on the floor. He's a Vampire!

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.

The quiet was so oppressive, it felt like the darkness was alive, watching, waiting for me to lose control. I backed away from the door, my hands still shaking as I searched the room for some way out. But the operating room was a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten memories. My eyes strained against the dark, but I couldn’t see anything—just the oppressive blackness that felt like it was swallowing me whole. This wasn’t just an accident. This wasn’t just about Owen. No, this was a trap. A sick, twisted game. And I had walked right into it. My breath hitched, and my knees buckled. I collapsed to the cold floor, trembling uncontrollably. My pulse thudded in my temples as the panic grew, gnawing

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.

The third clamped its lamprey-like maw onto Jonah’s shoulder. “Romantic again,” Jonah grunted through clenched teeth, driving his axe backward into the beast’s skull. “But you’re not my type.” Odessa hauled him up with surprising strength for her slender frame. “Stop getting mauled. It’s bad for team morale.” “Oh yeah?” Jonah wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. “Then keep saving my ass. Makes me look heroic.” “I’ll carve that smile off if you die on me,” Odessa snapped, though her lips twitched faintly at the edges.

But as I reached the edge of the mattress, I stopped. The air in the room suddenly tasted metallic. Sour. It was the scent of old blood and wet feathers. There, resting perfectly in the center of my white silk pillow, was a raven. It was massive, its midnight plumage glossy even in death. Its neck had been snapped with surgical precision, the head lolling at an unnatural angle. But it wasn't just a dead bird. It had been gutted, its entrails arranged in a deliberate, sickening circle around its body—a "O" for Omega. Or perhaps, a zero. A countdown.

characters. They fluttered all around her face. “Ahhhhhh! AHHHHHH!” Emily screamed and covered her head, crying, “You’re already dead—don’t come for me—don’t come for my daughter—don’t come for my daughter—” The louder she screamed, the faster the red “death” papers flew. The assistant even grabbed handfuls of incense ash and threw them onto Mrs. Jones’s head and face. Candice was fired up just watching it.