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Cecily added. " Mother, at least we're still alive, I've sent the gold to the undead and very soon, we'll receive news that the eldest miss has been ki**ed " Kylie smirked Venom and Olivia exchanged glances at the front seat and Venom slotted in a song, it was a funeral song but he was sure the three morons at the back had no idea that he was driving them to thier d**th. They drove past a restaurant and Kylie screamed at the top of her lungs

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

"Listen to me -" She firmly grabbed onto my hands and bored her eyes into my soul "- what you just described to me, is something worth exploring. He, is worth exploring. Those words you just used, they sound exactly the same way I would describe your uncle the day that I met him. And look at us now." She gave me a gleaming smile before looking down to my hands "Do not give up on this. You met him for a reason, he could be the love that you have been missing out on."

I was tempted to search for Azeala Pack's group chat when I received a message notification. Curious, I immediately clicked on the message icon and saw two unread messages from the beta. My heart skipped and my thumb trembled as I hesitated between reading the message or deleting it. I have been banished. Why would he text me on F******k? I closed my eyes and counted from one to three and my thumb touched the phone screen. After about a minute of shutting my eyes, I opened them slowly and peeped at the text which read, “ Hey, Diana, Your father is very ill. He might pass away any moment from now.

I clenched my hands tightly. Panic gripped me as I recalled the helplessness I had felt in my dying moments during my previous life. When I felt the strength returning to my palms, I was finally certain—I had been reborn. I glanced at the clock, knowing I would be informed that my house was on fire soon. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was our neighbor, Paula Klein. She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!"