Death Invitation 소설 & 이야기

The departed and she inhales air as if she was about to die . "I Fucking Reject!"

Evan's expression hardened. "It's an extremely vicious form of black magic—an evil art that severs a person's fate. Think of it as Death sending you a death notice. When Death decides that you die at midnight, you die at midnight. One way or another… you will die." A sharp chill swept through the room. Ivana's face drained of color, her composure shattering instantly. "But that doesn't make sense. I escaped all the previous accidents and assassinations. Even this time, I survived!" Ivana grasped at the last bit of hope she had.

He sucked into a deep breath and turned his face away, his gaze back to the black sky and his hand curled into a fist, "Dead." My heart sped as the sickness I kept down clawed through my veins and pounded in my ears. I felt sick. Unsettled...because for the very first time in my life, I felt relief upon the announcement of someone's death. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's not, but I wanted his death more than anything else. A part of me fought through that feeling before, for Alex only. I wanted Nikolas to stay alive just so Alex would finally have his brother by his side. I was okay to live with that life — a life that included Nikolas, just for Alex.

Atlas smiled and nodded at him in agreement. "I have two souls to collect in eight minutes, same address, want to tag along?" Atlas asked, glancing at his pocket watch and two cards. Faelon shrugged, asked who it was, and was handed both cards. The first read Travis Hamilton, cause of death read an Ativan overdose. The second one read Paula Adams, the same form of death. Faelon briefly thought about Sophia but dismissed the thought. It was odd for him to have thoughts so often, especially of a human.

She hadn’t signed the Death Contract because Brayden backed her into a corner. She hadn’t signed it because he had threatened her job or her way of getting by simply through blacklisting her access to jobs that would pay her bills. She hadn’t been getting by in years. She hadn’t been living in years. She had simply been existing. She didn’t sign because Brayden had revealed the woes of her parents. She used those things as excuses so she could feel sorry for herself all over again. Her feet drummed on the moving pad beneath her as she came to a realization that she signed her Death Contract because she had long ago annihilated her self-esteem.

The chatting nurses were all startled. The one whose hand Damon had grabbed was just about to get angry, but the moment she met Damon’s icy gaze, her courage crumbled. “We don’t know the full details either. We only heard that a young girl died in the operating room of the Blythes’ private hospital. If you’re interested, you can go take a look. The police are also investigating her identity.” After speaking, she seemed to recognize who Damon was and gave him a smile.

The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Nathan. There was no answer. Willow, still panting and clutching the door frame for support, stammered helplessly, "H-how did Ms. Bartlett die? What should I do?" Jake exhaled deeply before asking Willow to keep trying to contact Nathan. He methodically contacted the funeral home and the doctor. He had to find out how I died and how long I had been dead so he could give Nathan an explanation.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

Out on the horizon, the sky slowly started turning pale. Sunrise was coming. "Heidi," I said without looking back, "promise me something." "Anything." "If I die, don't give me a funeral. Scatter my ashes in the ocean. I want... to be free. Go wherever I want." Her voice shook. "Rowan—" "Promise me." "...I promise." I smiled. "Thanks." The countdown hit zero. A notification rang through my mind. [Mission failed. Erasure protocol initiated.] I closed my eyes and waited for the end.