Yesterday Was Like Death Novel Novels & Stories

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched. Zack no longer could contain his fury and hatred upon hearing that. He rushed toward the man. However, he was no match for a drug dealer who had lived through hell and back. The man sent Zack flying with just a kick. Blood trickled down the corner of Zack's mouth as he collapsed hard onto the ground. My heart ached. I rushed over to stand in front of Zack, wanting to stop the man. Yet, his fist went straight through my body. Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left.

By the time the guards discovered them, their intertwined bodies had already started decomposing in the room. Just like that, the Thornroot pack was wiped out. … Jax and I were having our nightly storytime together when we heard about this. Neither of us was affected by the news, and Jax even ate a few more cookies than usual. After observing Noah, who was tidying up the place for us, Jax whispered, "Mommy, will I get a new daddy?" Chuckling, I nudged his nose and said, "No, my little pup. I don't need someone else to protect me anymore."

It felt heavy, and with the edges of the book looking slightly ripped, I could only imagine the contents inside being worse off. Turning to the lock on the side, I tried to pry it open, yet it didn't budge. It looked rusted shut, as a small, unrecognisable symbol caught my attention. From what I could make out, it seemed to be an H with vines woven around the letter. Groaning, I gripped the lock tighter and pulled as hard as I could. "Come on, you stupid thing." Realising I wasn't going to get anywhere with the stupid lock, I threw it back onto the desk, causing a loud thud to echo through my small room.

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

How could someone be so bold that they would murder others in public? "D-Don't kill me. I'll pay you. I'll give you all my money." But the man simply sneered. As he tightened his grasp, Mara felt herself suffocating. Mara's body kept wriggling in the air. She finally saw the man's eyes beneath the brim of the cap. Those weren't a common man's eyes at all. He was an assassin! In the last few seconds before she died from suffocation, she heard the man say, "This is what you get for snatching things from others. If you owe someone, you'll eventually have to pay up."

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

She repeated. “Uh…” I was not sure whether to say it or not. I did not want her to ask me how I found out. “No.” “They took her life too.” “Who took her life?” “The same way that Sona and Lila’s life was taken yesterday. The elders sat and spoke about my child’s death right before me. The chief did not even try to stop them.” I did not know what to say to her. I was so confused.

She was so pretty and beautiful in her beautiful Arabian robes. I was more than shocked rather than being amazed. Soon, I started to feel hot. The floor of the elevator was being hot and it was warming the whole elevator. I could smell the pungent smell of the wires being burnt. I whipped with my nose. Shit !!! The elevator was burning down there and it was falling to the basement with the full speed like the hell... No one ... Literally, no one could save me. I had to die !!! Why was it always that I have the fate to die?

She snapped. I drew closer and gripped her hand. “I'm close!" I said. She looked at me again, doubts bouncing in her eyes. “The man who died yesterday had the book that would expose them all. He was supposed to give it to me yesterday, but he died before our meeting. I think they found out and killed him–" "How did they find out?” She cut me off, drowning in curiosity and shock. I gulped hard and shook my head. “I don't know."