Novel & Cerita To Die For Book

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I put my arms around his neck and lightly kissed him. "Aiden I know one day my friends and family will die. I hate that thought because it breaks my heart but that makes me cherish them that much more. If you were the one to take them to the afterlife I wouldn't be angry or upset because I know their souls would be safe. You don't need to worry about me fearing you though, I love you too much for that. As for the traveling I would always wait for you to come home to me even if you're gone for two or three months I'd miss the shit out of you but I would understand." He pressed me into the couch kissing me as passionately as he could.

And then, despite my voice calling after him, pleading, desperate—he turned and ran into the rain. I collapsed to the floor. The pain in my foot was unbearable, but even that couldn't compare to the hollow agony in my chest. That was it. The final straw. The last blow I could take. I didn't want to stay by his side anymore.

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.

We sat in the quiet of the kitchen with the coffee and the gray window and the city assembling itself outside, and I thought about my father writing a letter the day before a meeting he knew might kill him, writing it with the specific purpose of making sure someone eventually came looking. I had come looking. I had found everything he wanted me to find, and I had exposed it and named it and watched the visible parts of it collapse. And in the ruins, something had survived. Something patient and old and practiced at staying invisible. Something that had made the mistake of running in the direction of every international thread now pulling toward it. "She thought it was over," I said. "Yes."

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

I told Valentina everything I knew. “It’s just so hard to believe.” She muttered, “But I remember the book strangely disappearing, I tried my hardest to look for it but I couldn’t find it.” “That is because Guillotine said the book doesn’t exist anymore.” I explained, now I understood what he meant by everything happens according to his will. The only reason why Valentina keeps dying is because he wills it, but if I had some kind of power to change the plot it is also because he willed it.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

There was no way she would ever take over. Over my dead body. End of Book Two # # #