Novel & Cerita Till Death Book

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Forever. End of book 36

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

“In the Flying Death we have something called a Blood Card. Mine were Stephen and Nina Mitchell. Nina, though my biological mother, was never any sort of mother. She’s a shell of a person and won’t ever be capable of more. Stephen, some sorry sack of shit she married but never mated with, thought I was his personal punching bag. His to do with what he wanted. Whatever he saw fit and she never stopped him. Well, gentleman, I’d like to introduce myself. My name … is Punch Dennison and I am the Reeve of the Flying Death. And no, I will never be Alpha. Because an Alpha can look past his violence and not let it cloud his judgment,” I say, my eyes immediately searching for Mags. She’s gone and I k

So why? Why am I dying already? I reached out the book from my bag. I was on my way home but I decided to stop by the local bookstore to buy my book. I heard it was trending so I wanted to check it out, then, before I knew it, I got caught in a car crash. I’m dying. I was really dying. Fate was too cruel, it's so unfair. Then it was nothing. The darkness surrounded me and I was certain I drew my last breath. But just then, something miraculous happened.

Her voice has fallen way below a whisper now and it’s a miracle that I’m still able to make out her words. “It’s too late now to fix all my mistakes but the least I can do is try to save my granddaughter’s life. At least that can be the only good thing I do before I die.” She turns to me now, her face a blank mask. “I’ve decided to mortgage the house.” Her words make my jaw drop and I blink, unsure that I heard her properly. “You don’t need to do that. We can find another way and—”

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

He wouldn’t, would he? “The book that he gave me, he said it’s dark romance and I would like it, but there’s no romance. It’s only dark” she started. “Who does that? He stalked her for years and she finally agreed to have a date. But just before they could get intimate, she died because of mould infestation in her apartment. That’s the most rubbish ending I’ve ever read. I didn’t sleep for two days to finish that book, Steffan,” she explained in between sobs while still buried on my chest. “Oh honey,” I let out a breath while hugging her tighter. “Oh honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought something happened to you,” I rubbed her back while kissing her head trying to calm her dow

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

I might not be ready to be a daughter. But I was ready to be alive. And sometimes, staying alive meant accepting help from people who claimed to love you. Even if you weren't sure you loved them back. Even if you weren't sure they were telling the truth. Even if you weren't sure of anything at all. Because being unsure was better than being dead. And twelve billion dollars was apparently worth killing for. Whether I wanted it or not.