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If Nicole had been satisfied with that, the annual dividends alone would have been enough to keep both of them living large forever. But she wasn't. She kept telling herself she was a Hale too. So, she and Claire staged that whole dream act together. In my previous life, I walked straight into the trap they'd set. First, they drugged me at Mom's funeral. To everyone else, they said I'd fainted from grief. It made sense. Even I believed it and thought I'd just passed out. In truth, once I was unconscious, they sent me to a private hospital. That hospital specialized in implanting chips into human bodies, turning people into controllable puppets.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

but it’s too late the weird thing about this is that you can see your body inside the coffin, then it is even weirder when you attend your own funeral I can see my friends crying, my former classmates, and finally, my ex over there crying because of my loss “John Carl why did you die suddenly? I will help you rank up on Mobile Legends, right!?”-David (crying) I’m stronger than you! “Poor you. I know stupid people like you die easily but it’s too early.” - Phil “Sorry !!! sorry John Carl !! I know you were hurt when I turned you down but I hope you let me apologize first!!- Dessa (crying)

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

"If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation." Mom didn't take the document. Her gaze swept around the entire room. After a long moment, she suddenly forced an ugly smile that looked grotesque. "This must be a lie! To think the police are colluding with Flora to put on a show. Is this fun for you? The makeup looks pretty real. But if you think you can fool me, you're far from it!" As she spoke, she reached out to tug at my already cold body on the bed. "Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—"

“I know you're trying to be brave here, but I have a few reasons to disagree with your confession. First, you look too deeply hurt for someone who killed Theodore. Second, the fear of uncertainty in your eyes is too obvious for someone who just committed a crime like murder. Lastly, you're not dumb enough to poison Theodore and leave traces. As an extra point, your father was killed in the same way and the killer was never apprehended. Why would you get caught now.? Truce's voice is calm as he speaks and his eyes never leave mine. I feel my heart slamming against my chest and I can barely breathe under his hot gaze. At least he knows I'm innocent. I take in a deep breath. “What do you want f

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.

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