Yesterday Was Like Death Novel Novels & Stories

The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

The moment she spoke, her tone turned sharp. "Some people can't write anything decent, so they pull cheap tricks instead. Don't you agree, Kobi?" I lowered my gaze and smiled faintly. "Bryan's definitely a rare talent. In that case, could you explain something to us? In your first novel, the killer wipes out everyone on the 13th floor, but leaves one old woman alive. Why?" Bryan didn't answer right away. He glanced at Paige, and her expression shifted instantly. "Kobi, are you here to apologize or to stir trouble?"

I try moving backward again, looking for an escape, only to realize there’s nowhere left to go. The clouds grow thicker – heavier – and then they begin rumbling. Helpless and hopeless, I stare wide-eyed, awaiting my inevitable death. Instead, two red, smoky figures emerge from behind the clouds, their black eyes solely trained on me. They advance toward me, and I brace myself, preparing to be killed by them. But once more, I’m surprised when the pain I was expecting doesn’t come. “Wraiths,” the voice that only seems to appear when I’m close to death, says. “They won’t kill you... Not yet.”

Make introductions. And wait for the perfect moment to strike. That moment was coming. I could feel it. And when it arrived, Lucas Hart would finally learn that some dead women do not stay dead. Some come back for revenge.

After that day, I never saw Emery again. Sasha's case caused a media storm due to its severity, and she was sentenced to death with immediate execution. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging a funeral for the two innocent children. In my previous life, Emery had managed to save them in time. This time, they could not escape their own mother's cruelty. On the day of the funeral, I stood before their graves with their favorite stuffed animals in my arms. I spoke softly to them. I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives.

THREE DAYS LATER.. It was Alessia's supposed wedding day and Bryan hasn't muttered a word since he woke up. “We'll dispose her body in the river after the molding has been done” Those words of Stephen's uncle haunted Bryan all through the night, he couldn't sleep a wink and as if the heavens weren't on his side, Alessia's image didn't leave his head all through. “How could you be this cruel, intending to have the body of a billionaire's daughter rot in a river?” a part of him didn't stop reminding and stabbing him with its whispers.

In the back of his mind, he had accepted that she had burned to a crisp in the fire. “Volkov! Puta madre!!” Hugo screamed from behind him. He was kicking and punching everything around him. It was no secret that he had caught a glimpse of the image. Volkov. The name ran a shiver through Wade’s spine. That man was no joke. He was the only fearsome name in Nebraska's world of crime. You seldom found his victims yet the message is well received by the target audience. Hugo's kicks shook the entire car.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

No, no, no, please! She opened the door and the girl who had screamed ran past her. She was literally shaking in fear. Laying right ahead was the body of the weirdly insane librarian who had freaked out infront of her earlier. Was she dead? Did she kill her? She walked slowly to the body for verification and each step she took destroyed her hope piece by piece. It was the same way. The same way that man had died. No injuries, wounds or cuts. Just a mouth flowing with an eye scorching amount of blood.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."