Unk Death Novels & Stories

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

Mace Sinclair navigated the streets of Veridian Heights in the dead of night. The city was a quiet, slumbering giant with its towering skyscrapers now reduced to mere silhouettes against the dark canvas of the sky. The city's usual cacophony was replaced by an eerie, almost haunting silence. Only the soft hum of his car's engine disrupted the stillness. His hands gripped the steering wheel with a tension that mirrored the unresolved turmoil within him. The sleek, black car glided through the empty streets with the grace of a shadow. Mace's jaw remained clenched, his emotions buried deep within his chiseled features.

Vance and Vanta woke everyone up. Reginald shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness. "Wasn't I texting my wife? Why did I fall asleep? Oh, I feel dizzy." Before this, they would sleep through the night and wake up after the drug wore off. Thus, there was no abnormality. Now that someone woke them up by force, their body couldn't get used to it. "Mr. Lind, Ginger took Mr. Sean away. We have to go after them." "Dr. Fordham, are you talking in your dream? Ginger's been dead for many years. Only her bones are left in this world. She—"

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

Zomb reached out a hand to her, and when Nova gave it, she gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Zomb...I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I didn't mean for you...I didn't..." none of the words I'm saying are what I want to say, and Zomb gives out a small laugh. "Jonathan, I died the minute I escaped from Sunville. Now I'm just doing it physically." she replied, her movements slowing. I could feel my stomach tighten with dread, and I held her a little closer. She was starting to feel cold, and I panicked a bit.

(DARK BLOOD III) “HELLO, UNCLE, AUNT.” Reflecting the horror faces of the people who cause her misery and snap her mind from every good that she originally has. The faces of the people in front of her are the same towards her future, but with a different identity and significance to her life. Where Kyle informs her off.

great. "Dianna! Truth or dare?" "Um.... dare. Kidding! Truth of course" "Ehh! Which one for real?" "Truth! Truth hehehe peace" "Hmmmm Dianna..." "Yeah?" "Who is your first kiss?" "Ehh? F~First kiss? Hmmm" Flashback '"cock a doodle doo~~ cock a doodle doo" What is that sound?! Shuush! "cock a doodle doo~~ cock a doodle doo~"

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

The kind that said I’m not offended, please don’t feel awkward, everything is fine, I promise I’m not crying inside. But maybe I was… “I don’t know,” I said lightly. “When I meet the right person, I suppose.” Polite. Acceptable. Non-confrontational. My aunt nodded, satisfied, but only temporarily. These questions were never one-and-done. They came in layers, like an onion of judgment. “Well,” she added, “you’re not getting any younger, love.” Ah. There it was. The follow-up punch.