Why Did Sally Face Kill Everyone Novels & Stories

Yvette furrowed her brows in thought before she clapped her thigh and exclaimed, “That’s right!” Although Sally’s first operation had been done on her mom, she was also the one who had indirectly killed her mom! If it weren’t for the operation, her mom would have been able to live for another month or two! And what had happened? Nicole had been unable to make it after her surgery and died just half a month later. Who else was there to blame but Sally for indirectly killing her! “I understand now!” Yvette let out the breath she had been holding as she dialed another number. “Ol’ Wes, get in contact with our company’s keyboard army…”

At the last possible moment, someone drove a dagger deep into Sally’s back. Moving almost simultaneously, Cedric grabbed Maia and pulled her into his arms. “Bang! Bang!” Pablo pulled the trigger on his pistol and shot her in the head! However, Sally also fired a shot, her gun pointing at Pablo’s left chest. Both of them fell heavily to the ground at the same time. She was no longer breathing by the time her body hit the floor. Blood rolled down from her forehead to her cheeks. Her eyes were wide open as if she couldn’t accept that she was dead.

When he left, Sally started regretting it a little because it was already dark and the place really looked creepy. She tried texting the number, but her messages remained undelivered. She sighted a man walking towards her, and then she started wondering if he was the one that sent the message. She felt relieved until she saw three other men coming from the other side. Her legs were shaking; she tried calling Kayla, but before she could do that, they snapped her neck, making her unconscious. That was the last thing she remembered.

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

"What happened to Sally?" The look he gave me was murderous. "If I knew, the whole damned school and the useless council would also be in the know. Hell, even the human world would spew articles about it in their newspapers." "Oh? How come?" "Because I would tear up whoever is responsible for her death and paint the walls with their blood." "Wow. I don't remember you being this vicious. Even after her death." I took a step closer, frowning. "I remember you crying and falling into a deep depression—"

Why would you be so merciless and force him to die? Sally's voice had returned to its usual tone, no longer humble but accusatory. In fact, she was starting to pin the blame on me. Yet, all she did was make me angrier. "Why would I give him any of my precious blood to save him if I really wanted to force him to die? Are you crazy?" "Taylor, you can't—" "I'm busy. Don't call me again." I hung up, cutting off Sally's tirade. Thanks to her and her depressing news, I couldn't fall asleep again, so I decided to get out of bed.

Then he turned and bolted toward the door, nearly falling as he ran. Sally watched him flee, her host’s lips curving into a grim smile. For a long moment, no one spoke. Then, slowly, Sally turned to me, the fury in her expression softening into exhaustion. I looked at her quietly, unease settling deep in my chest. The way he’d reacted. The panic in his voice. Everyone had called Sally's death an accident. But standing there, I felt it in my gut. It hadn’t been an accident at all. Sally’s death had a trail, and I was going to follow it.

DOOM’S POV I listened in silence, arms folded across my chest, while Sally recounted everything, each word carving a deeper scar into my patience. I stood up, pacing around my office angrily. The date with Frank, the setup, the drugged wine. How the bastard tried to force himself on her, how she pushed him, and he died. Then waking up in a hospital bed, only to hear the two people she thought she could trust, plotting her destruction while they moaned and fucked beside her unconscious body.

He sobbed. "Ok, let's do it this way, we leave this guy alone and take Sonia instead." He pleaded, unwilling to let go. "There is no need! We are already powerless in this situation." Sally chastised and began walking away — towards the litany of dead bodies scattered around. "Arrgh!..." Igbins roared. He gave an intense hateful glare before finally following behind Sally. The others in the team who had been eager to beat up the young hero also followed behind Sally.

But when I lean back to take that first delicious sip, something stops me dead in my tracks. Sally’s smiling face appears before my eyes, her expression warm and innocent. It’s as if she’s right there with me, though I know she is miles away. The sudden image of her face shocks me to my core, and I inadvertently release the woman from my grasp. “Wh-what are you?” she stammers, her eyes wide with terror as she takes in my bared fangs and the predatory glint in my gaze. It seems my shock from seeing Sally has snapped this woman out of her compulsion.