Novel & Cerita Who Will Cry When You Die Novel

And she just cried and I pushed the sword from Ylisha's back until it reaches my body, and let it through my back. "I love you Ylisha, " I whispered, I can't believe that it's really too late. That we have never had the chance to see the future together. ******* My body deliberately can feel that I'm going to die and I recall all my memories with her, I reminisced them one by one. I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished.

‘Is this the netherworld? ‘I... I just died like that. I can’t accept this! Alex Rockefeller, you d*mn b*stard just drowned me alive in the river. I’ll curse you. I’ll curse you that you’ll be a eunuch forever, your wife will elope with someone else, your kid will belong to your neighbor, you won’t die in peace...’ she sobbed. Luna opened her eyes, but she could not see anything. After cursing for a while, she started crying. ‘Anyway, I’m already dead. Why do I still have to act strong? Can’t I just cry after death?’

Sandra screamed loudly as she confirmed that Duncan was dead. But why? Why would Nathaniel kill Duncan? Tears filled my eyes as I stood lonely by the car. “Is anything the matter? Why are you crying?” Natheniel walked to me, his gentle hands rubbing my shoulders downwards. I remained silent, mourning the death of Duncan. Dumfounded, Natheniel pulled me slowly to himself. He didn't know why I was crying. “Pleas tell me, did I do anything wrong?” He asked, worried.

The tears I was struggling to hold back cascade down my cheeks in torrents. “H-he killed grandma?” She nods. “Yes, indirectly. His men did...” *** There are a few more chapters to end this book and more secrets will be revealed. Please keep reading. Thank you…”

Third-person POV Adrian enjoyed the entire day with his friends. It wasn’t until they arrived at the hotel that they were informed the birthday dinner and the reserved room had been fully canceled. Everyone was exhausted and hungry, and complaints immediately broke out. Still, deep down, they all understood. Being ignored so completely on her own birthday, Julia was bound to feel wronged. Bella’s nose reddened. Tears slowly slid down her face. "I’m sorry. Julia must be angry at me, so she’s throwing a tantrum. It’s all my fault for dragging everyone down. I should just leave."

My hand passed through her shoulder as I tried to help her up. My fingers went through her body. I couldn’t touch anything. I stood at the basement door, watching all of this. Though I was already dead and shouldn’t feel anything anymore, it still felt like my heart was sinking. Bella pushed her way through the crowd. When she saw my body, she froze. The light in her eyes shattered at once. Her lips moved, saying something inaudible. Then tears fell, one after another, onto the hay. “Clara…” She kneeled and reached out to touch my face, but her hand stopped in midair, shaking badly.

Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn't even lift a hand to wipe them away. Celia, why would you do this to me? I would've rather you killed me outright. I wasn't going to survive seven days. I wouldn't even live long enough to see you keep pretending that you wanted to marry me. A suffocating wave of panic crashed over me, but the world outside the casket sounded painfully clear. I heard the casket being lowered into the grave, followed by the murmurs of the crowd. "Good riddance." "He got exactly what he deserved."

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched. Zack no longer could contain his fury and hatred upon hearing that. He rushed toward the man. However, he was no match for a drug dealer who had lived through hell and back. The man sent Zack flying with just a kick. Blood trickled down the corner of Zack's mouth as he collapsed hard onto the ground. My heart ached. I rushed over to stand in front of Zack, wanting to stop the man. Yet, his fist went straight through my body. Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left.

At the very bottom was a small chip. Edwin played the video. On screen, I sat in front of the camera. My face was pale, and my eyes were swollen from crying. My frail, tender voice filled the room. "If you're watching this, I'm probably already gone. The doctors say I have cancer, and I've got seven days left at most.