Novel & Cerita Uglydolls #lou Death

She seemed to understand that this time, she had lost completely. Byron's figure disappeared beyond the villa gates. Only Claire, with her frozen expression, and my guilt-ridden parents remained in the garden. In the deathly silence, Claire suddenly crawled toward the corner and pulled a tattered princess doll from the bushes. She clutched the doll tightly and stumbled toward my parents, smiling vacantly. "I'm the princess. There's only one princess, and that's me..." She had lost her mind. Mom finally broke down. She and Dad held each other and sobbed. "What have we done?"

The dagger slid away. She fought me hard like a storm. Tears came out of her eyes. I did not know if vampires could cry. Maybe this was something too. She screamed at me to let her go. I told her she would kill herself. She said that was the point. She fought me some more. Then she stopped. The silence was really scary. She looked up at me. I saw tears on her face. Her voice was really rough when she talked. "You should have let me die " she said.

Betrayed and murdered with her unborn child, Luna Aria is given a second chance, two years in the past, with one condition: save a dying Alpha cursed by dark magic. To reclaim her future and destroy those who took everything from her, Aria must survive the ruthless Blood Alpha, Kieran Steele, a man as deadly as the fate hunting him. But in a world of secrets, power, and lies, saving him may cost her more than her revenge… it may cost her heart.

In that split second of hesitation, a sharp voice suddenly rang out. "Jessie Stone! It was her!" The accusation landed like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the noisy chaos. Every gaze in the crowd snapped toward me at once. Before I could even open my mouth to explain, the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave, engulfing me in an instant. "You monster! You killed your mother-in-law on her birthday!" "How heartless can you be? She's so old, and she even has Alzheimer's. How could you do something like that?"

Darkous would never know the sex of his child; never meet him, or her. The psychopathic lord’s fury took over, the anger he suppressed towards himself cutting loose. Darkous wailed with fury, the darkness bursting from him like a blanket of destruction. The room began to shake as the psychopathic lord tore through his belongings, destroying everything in his way. Darkous crashed his fist into the plaza screen TV, shattering the screen as he hurdled it across the large bedroom. The demon’s claws were now fully produced as Darkous turned towards his bed, completely dismantling the oak frame. He barrelled across the bedroom, tearing the door of his walk-in wardrobe from its hinges; the wood cru

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

Hollis's voice quivered with a mix of anger and sorrow. A laugh erupted from Louise, a bitter and hollow sound that sent chills down my spine. "You think you know everything, don't you?" Louise's words were laced with venom. "But the truth behind his death? Something that will make you question everything you thought you knew." Louise's eyes bore into Hollis's, daring him to uncover the dark secrets she held. "It’s time you heard what they’ve kept hidden... something far worse than you can imagine."

The wounds on his body were badly mangled, and it truly was a gruesome sight, just as Johnny had warned. Of course, it was easy enough to deduce what had happened, seeing as he had a childhood friend who specialized in special effects makeup—Lorraine Turner. That woman was also the one Louis had held in his arms in my past life! The two of them were the ones who had eloped after clearing out all of the company funds and were the ones behind my untimely death. "You! Absolute! Scum!" With each word, I slapped Louis' face as hard as I could.

A body crumpled beside the tub. “She hit her head,” I say quietly. Kieran doesn’t ask what happened next. He already knows. “The pull,” he says. “Yes.” I draw in a slow breath, but the worst part of the vision pushes forward. “The death isn’t the tragedy,” I whisper. His eyes lift to mine. “What happens after is.” The apartment hallway appears in my mind again. Dim lighting. A toddler sitting on the floor just outside the bathroom door. He’s holding a plastic toy, tapping it against the tile like it’s a game.

His cheeks were rosy and his eyes so bright. “What the fuck man?!” I screamed, looking at Lily who was right there in my living room, in flesh and blood. “She had the doctors tell that to us.” Gray explained, giving some surface level explanation. “Thanatol.” Lily said, smiling so beautifully. “I OD’d on Thanatol. It causes no permanent harm, but mimics death.” Lily managed to explain from the choke hold Emma had her in. “Why would you do that?” Emma said, crying happy tears. “We held a memorial for you already!”