Yesterday Was Like Death Novel Novels & Stories

A overly stupid, spoiled brat, who knows nothing but to create trouble. And after a lot of problems, about Penelope's life before waking up inside her body, that I must solve using my knowledge from my previous life, arise a new one. Isn't it a problem that the second life I have, that was Penelope's before , was a short live extra inside a novel I read back when I was Ayla? It's a hu~ge problem, of course. I became the "cannon fodder", who will die for the heroine's sake.

Just as Ayleen was about to head to the register, she remembered the novel she’d wanted to buy earlier. She hurried over to the novel section where the book was located. Unfortunately, when she looked for it again, it was no longer there. “Ah, but I really wanted to buy it,” Ayleen lamented. She sighed in disappointment. She remembered that the book she wanted to buy was one of the most popular ones. It sold out quickly and was often out of stock. Usually, people had to pre-order it before they could get their hands on it. About an hour ago, she’d felt so lucky to have found the book without having to pre-order it.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

It was there, this strange thing with the eerie light in its eyes. Kill him! “No!” Annabel said. She had already killed one person. That was why she was here, why she could not go home. He is a dirty, old abuser. You saw the girl. Of course, she did. The girl seemed timid. She looked like she wanted to disappear through the sheets of her bed, like she did not want to exist. These were tell-tale signs. It was clear she was getting abused. Besides, the shadowless thing would know. He seemed like… a god.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

And the pieces she'd torn apart with her own hands this time were her final leverage. I was already dead. But her descent into hell was only just beginning. This birthday banquet might be her final celebration. "That deserves a toast," I thought. Soon, the guests began to arrive. They kissed Esme on the cheek, showering her with warm wishes. Not one of them mentioned my name, except for the old family butler, Brendan Pace, who asked softly, "Where's Claudia? Why don't I see her?" Dad gave a derisive snort. "She's dead!"

Even on the brink of death, I was still expected to arrange everything for my 'adopted sister'. Forget it. I have spent everything I had trying to please everyone, and in the end, I had nothing left. Finally, I could let go. My heart ached. I was too tired. I really did not want to fight anymore… Lilith cried and kept calling my name, but I could not hear her anymore. … On June 18, 2025, Jasmine died in a hospital five kilometers from home. No family by her side. She was only 27 years old.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

it was covered in a thick, red vivid fluid and battered, unrecognisable figures drenched with it. ‎Ah, what was this? What was.... It was the night of my parent's death all over again. ‎My breathing hallowed quietly as my legs wobbled. I lowered my gaze to keep myself from looking at the scene. But that was a bad idea, because at my feet, swirling like a pool around the short platforms of my shoes, was the same thick red fluid. ‎I closed my eyes as a painful noise shot through my head. My vision blurred until I started seeing something else.