Yesterday Was Like Death Novel Novels & Stories

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

Before I could kill you! I just close my eyes. Even if I had nothing else to do. Why does this world have its own plan for me?! It was a curse to meet that stupid EL! I couldn’t control anymore my life because of that pervert! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.

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.

How am I going to get home? “Fat bitch, do you not hear me talking to you.” I don’t respond as I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out of this book. I’ve read several novels like this, but the main character almost always dies in their world. Dread fills me; did I die in my sleep? I didn’t even get to read the last Game of Thrones novel; how could I have died? I’m young and healthy, yeah I’m relatively thick, but a little fat never hurt anyone.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

The icy wind howled straight inside, unbarred. A half-broken sign dangled at the entrance: [4101.] That should be the one! I lifted my foot and headed right for the busted door. The moment I got close, an icy chill seeped up from the ground, boring straight into my bones. I shivered all over. The live chat is on fire. [Holy crap! The old lady’s walking straight into 4101! That’s the frost wraith’s lair!] [She's done for! That frost wraith was killed and shoved in a morgue freezer, so now she loves freezing people into ice statues. That’s the nastiest death ever!]

Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlike you, I won’t hang onto you for eight whole years, like you did with Lily. In just a few years, that regret will disappear. I will forget about you and have a new life. “As for you, you might end up regretting your own stupidity.” Joshua could not believe that Rain would truly be that cruel. She was never like this in the past. However, he forgot one fact: Rain had climbed up to be the matriarch of the Zimmer family after her parents died. If she managed to become the president of Zimmer Corp, how could she possibly be a kind and soft-hearted person? But she ha

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, so intense that even my soul trembled. All these years had passed, and Mom still couldn't forgive me. I was the one who killed Dad. I deserved to die a thousand times over. Years ago, my aunt and uncle died in an accident, leaving my cousin Freya an orphan. Dad felt sorry for her. She was alone in the world, so he took her in. But Freya and I never got along. We were always arguing over the smallest thing. Three years ago, on a rainy night, we had a huge fight. Furious, Freya ran out of the house.