They’ll Take My Heart Over My Dead Body の小説・ストーリー

I ripped off the last layer of their pathetic pretense. “You want forgiveness?” I smirked. “I won't give it to you. “I want you to see my corpse in front of you whenever you close your eyes for the rest of your lives.”

Like an ordinary acquaintance, I offered polite concern and perfunctory words of comfort. Then, when the next wave of visitors arrived, I took the opportunity to take my leave. From behind me, Peter said, "Nothing of what we once had remains. She'll pay for what she did." I didn't look back, nor did I ask whether Cara had specifically gone to the villa we once lived in to set it on fire, intending to burn Peter or me to death. In truth, the two of them were perfectly matched. Both were equally and stubbornly fixated on people they shouldn't love

all my words died in my throat It was headshot! ‘He…. he…. kill…ed him…..’ my mind replied as I kept watching Adrian eyes which were still fixed on me as his body slowly slid and fell down to floor……..

My heart skipped a beat or maybe two as he said the word out loud. My lips parted but nothing came out. The air was rushing in and out of my nose but why did it feel like I was suffocating to death. "No." I weakly whispered. He nodded, "He is no longer there." He said, "So come back, you wouldn't have to hurt anyone. It'll just be you and me again." I didn't hear a thing he was saying. My mind going around and around over one little word. Dead. "NO!" I screamed. Anger, hot pure anger brimmed my chest as I marched forward, "You killed him!"

"Please, I am not who you think I am. This is just a borrowed body. If you kill me now, you’ll be destroying my soul, and I will not be able to return to my body…" "What the hell are you spewing right now? Why are you making up silly stories? You need to die for the atrocities you have committed. I wish Edwina was here to see me take off your head, because this time, I am going to sever it from your neck without remorse. I'll take your head far away, burn it, then bury the ashes deep in the ocean, while your body feeds the wolves so that you won’t, have the chance to come back to life again?"

“So, we’ll start the game by calling the main celebrant to come up and take the stage. Come and Karaoke for us Charlotte.” I got off my seat, all smiles and walked towards where Hunter stood, bowing along the way to the cheers from the others. I take the mic from him and he goes to take a sit. I clear my throat before I begin speaking. “Well, I’m overwhelm by the love and care. Thank you all so much for this. It really means a lot to me” I pause as they erupt in an applause. I pressed my song choice into the Karaoke Machine. I chose a song that reflects how I want to feel and not how I feel. Let’s just say I needed to feel inspired. I chose Girl Almighty by One Direction.

I want him to feel it all, I want the last thing he remembers of his death to be the agony, the fiery agony of his head detaching from his body. I hold it in my hands, bloody as his body falls in a thud. “I am taking you to Lana, don’t worry.”

"There's no one in this world who wants him dead more than I do." Everett went still.

The song immediately touched my mind and heart: "Something so right has got no chance to live So let's forget about chances, it's one night I will give One night only, one night only You'll be the only one One night only Then you have to run ... " I hated dancing with this crook and killer of such a beautiful song. But that was my job. And I would do it to the end. He pushed me closer to him, whhispeing words in my ear. You can't lie to me, like you're lying other girls, fool.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.