Twd Beth Dies Novels & Stories

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

“Yeah. It is cheesy coming from you.” My heart hurts seeing her like this in the infirmary bed. “The director said you will heal soon but your memories of the torture—” Beth gives me a bright smile. “I’m going to be fine, Taylor. I know I look weak, but I promise I’m not. When we …” her voice falters, “… that first day we met, I knew my brother wanted me dead, and he would find a way to get me killed here or something. I overheard him. I wasn’t—I had nothing to live for, Taylor. I had nobody. I didn’t even want to live. And then, I met you. I know it sounds silly, but you felt like home. From that first moment, you made me feel as if I wasn’t alone anymore.”

It was from my Dad. “Hi, Cals. I know you’re working, but we thought we should let you know. They’ve found Bethan. She’s dead.”

The sincerity in them rendered me speechless for a second or two. “Thanks, Beth.” “How did he die? If you don’t mind me asking.” Someone ripped out his heart from his chest. “Peacefully. In his sleep.” “That’s good to hear,” she replied. I ran a hand over my face, wishing the memory that popped up would disappear. Beth placed a hand on the door’s handle, and my heart missed a beat. “Thanks for the ride. And the food,” she said. One foot was out of the car when I tapped her knee. “I didn’t forget. Cancel the date, Beth.”

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Wanda said whilst bearing the bag I had with me which is currently at the hotel. I hoisted my gazes and saw that she put it on top of the sofa. "Thank you, Beth— I mean W-Wanda…" I felt a little sad upon spitting Beth's name. She was an angel fallen from above and among the people I've met, Beth is an understanding person and her warmth could take the pain I was feeling. Wanda's eyes widened. "You met Beth, milady?" I nodded my head slowly. "I do…" "I see. You've met my dearest friend," she said which shocked me as well. "I wonder when she is coming back…"

I sucked in a Breath then made my way to the door. “Clarissa,” Bethel’s voice made me kill a step, I twirled round to meet a sobbing bethel and it broke my heart to see the all cheerful bethel that way “I am not angry at you neither do I hate you but ken just died and we both know the reason for that so please understand if I say I can’t face you. At least for now” her voice sounded like she was pleading matching with the gloomy look in her eyes. I sniffed and with one nod I was out of the house. At least I’m happy now that I could get to see bethel.

It came too sudden and unexpected. “What… what do you mean?” Aunt Elsie asked, her voice trembling. “Is Dwayne truly dead? And Ciara —is she going to be okay?” Dr. Bethany paused for a moment before answering. “I know this is a lot to take in,” Dr. Bethany said, her voice soft and compassionate. “Let's try to take things one step at a time. First, I want to reassure you that while Dwayne's death is indeed a tragedy, we don't yet know what happened. We will need additional information before we can come to any conclusions.”

Writer's POV And so the day came, and Christian was singing on his usual spot on that faithful day. Beth was sitted on the chair, admiring him as he sang. As usual, he was looking really good in his crazy blue jeans, and grey sweatshirt. He had his hair packed up in a bun, and was looking so happy and carefree that Beth felt her eyes stinging with tears. She was not going to see him again, and even if they would see, it would be a long time from now. They still had so much ahead of them. And were still very young. And maybe if they see again, they would already have people in their lives.

,Sebastian orders a warrior. "Who could get access to our whips that easy?",I mutter as some warriors run off to do as Sebastian asked. Bethany may die and goddess only knows what that would do to Tanner. This day has gone to shit so fast.