Til Death Rings Novels & Stories

"I said, WHO FUCKING GAVE HER THE DRUGS!?" She flinches at my tone and I cuss under my breath for a second. I take a deep breath before speaking. "Look Tiffany—" "I don't know who did it. I have no idea. I promise." Her breathing has become unstable again and she's trembling at this moment. She buries her face in her palms, her loud sobs filling the room. I sigh before pulling her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, I'm really very sorry. I—I—"

* *Rumble! "TIME TO DIE."

Damn it! @Death Wish

Yoké frowned as if he was trying to figure me out. “Why aren’t you telling me where my Risa is?” He asked me. “Who is she with?” A tear rolled down my eye. I quickly wiped it away, took a deep breath in and held my breath. “She’s gone, Yoké.” “What do you mean she’s gone? Gone to where?” “Our Risa is dead-" I couldn’t control myself anymore, I let the river I had been holding back all these months finally flow. I began to cry. “She was born still.”

I yelled at her. "Awwn." She fawned falsely and stared at me with a pitiful look before making a "tsk" sound. The kantras black magic ring was a powerful ring that takes the life of anyone that comes in contact with it, except of course its owner. When hit with the ring, it drains life out of an human. It reduces the person's breathing pace and also dry up the blood that runs in the veins. "She should be dead by now cause her other half is with us. Properly tortured by us." She boasted.

The back door swallowing her into shadow. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “Hold on, mi ángel,” he whispered. The lion was coming.

“I know that we have to live together and pretend that we get along for my family’s sake, but when it is just us, you don’t have to be so damn friendly.” Shut up, Remi. I hiss inwardly. You’re going to say something stupid that he can hold against you. Just shut the hell up and go to your room where you’re safe! But I can’t. Not when he is this close to me and memories of his death return to me, making me want to be a little nice because his days are limited and the way he is going to go out isn’t going to be pleasant. Wait… Why did that even matter to me? I had seen so many different fates. I should be immune by this point and just let it be, and yet…

I picked up my phone and called Gerald. It did not take up to three seconds, before he picked. “Yes Sir.” “Call Martha, I don't need her to come in today.” I said. “Come to my room, after doing that.” “Okay Sir.” I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to understand why this was happening. My mind went back to the ring, I had removed it and kept it in drawer. It was a family heirloom and Ivan had made it seem like it was a very big deal. “I should keep this in a safer place.”

"What if I kill him?" He raised a brow, but his smile stayed intact. "Answer me," I pressed, twirling the ring that somehow fit perfectly well. "What if I shoot him dead?" He broke into a laugh as he dragged another smoke, then nodded. "Even better, darling." He turned and walked away, leaving me standing in front of my mother's ashes, ready to betray her in every way possible.

Tick. Then, a growl. “Death is here.”