Novel & Cerita Why Did Dally Want To Be Dead

Dante moved at the same instant. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t retreat. He advanced. The hallway lit with muzzle flashes as Dante emptied his clip into Dale without hesitation. Shot after shot after shot — controlled, efficient, merciless. Dale went down. Hard. The feed shook, then steadied. Silence followed. My ears rang. I stared at the screen, my hands numb, my chest hollowing out like something vital had been ripped free. Dale was dead. My father’s executioner. Killed in seconds.

I almost wished I could just pass out. "A blonde woman… Yeah, I think I might've seen someone like that…" [It's over. Tina's done for. Let's take three seconds of silence.] I wanted to tell the chat to shut up. I was the one about to die here! "Oh! Wait, I remember now!" My legs went weak, all strength draining out of me. This was really it. But right then, I heard something that sounded like heaven. "Oh, no!" Randall shouted from outside. Relief hit me so hard that my knees almost gave out. Tears slipped down before I could stop them.

"Honey, I know the loss of your loved ones has hit you hard, but you need to take good care of yourself, too. We still have Billy. If something happens to you, too, what will Billy and I do?" Every time he tricked me into drinking it, I would hear Dad's voice. But the so-called "predictions" from Dad? It was all just Felix—no, Malcolm—messing with my head, deliberately trying to make me believe that something supernatural had happened. Dad, Asher, Jasper, even Billy—they had all died at Malcolm's hands. He had murdered them all! I had already pieced all this together in my previous life. And I'd already called the cops after Billy died as well.

Anonymous gossip accounts. A clip of Sophia practicing tears before entering Julian’s office. Then another file opened. The dockside explosion. The footage was grainy, but clear enough to show Sophia opening the restricted gate she had sworn she never touched. My chest tightened, though I no longer had a body that could hurt. So that was why I had died in the first place. So that was why I had been dragged into this world. Dante’s face turned gray. Julian gripped the table. Adrian stepped back as if the floor had shifted beneath him.

His fingers twitched against my wrist, his breath coming out in a wet, shuddering gasp. I twisted the dagger. His eyes went wide. His body sagged against the bars. Then he collapsed. Blood pooled beneath him. I stepped over his dying body, slipping into the hall. The taste of freedom was sweet. But this wasn’t over. Not yet. ****Dalton’s POV**** Something was wrong. The air felt off. I had barely slept, my mind a mess of too many problems, too many deaths. My pack was falling apart, and I still had no answers.

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

“Why would you do that stephany? You know the situation we're in right now,why would you drink now we have to do another checkup because what you did last night might even reduce the time you have left to live. how could you be so careless? I'm doing everything I can to keep you alive but you're throwing all that away” “Well I just wanted to live.I wanted to experience all the things because I'm going to die anyway. What's the purpose of staying at home? I'm trying to protect the heart that isn't even worth it. I'm going to die anyway Haley and you're not going to stop that, so please just let me be. I want to live just like everyone else”

They slipped beneath the covers together, seeking solace in each other's arms. For Dallin, every morning was a torment as he confronted the harsh reality of life without his parents. The brightness of each day seemed to contrast the darkness that had engulfed him since their passing. Dallin had been brought back to the city by the Elders following the tragedy. Though he had awoken some time ago, Dallin couldn't bring himself to leave the comfort of his bed. Memories of his parents resurfaced, causing his heart to sink. Despite their proximity in the city, Dallin regretted not cherishing their time together more, particularly in the days leading up to their passing. The weight of this regret

He laughed out. “You’re nothing. A cheap, disposable distraction. Why did you send her those photos? Why did you rub your filth in her face? You killed her.” He turned to the two made men waiting in the doorway. “Throw her out on the street. Seize every last asset she has. Any family in New York that so much as gives her a roof over her head is an enemy of the Castellano family. I want her alive, but begging for death. And the doctors that helped her? Bury them in the Meadowlands.”

Jason was in the room allocated to him and his siblings, wondering what to do while his uncle continued ranting just outside the room. Jason knew how it often ended. Daltom had a strong, superstitious community, and since both of his parents died, the locals wanted nothing to do with his. His eyes, one blue, and the other a light brown, was part of the reason he was seen as a wierdo. “I’m calling the cops on you, boy!” he screamed. “I’m calling the cops on you for assault. You dare hit me.”