Death Wish Novel の小説・ストーリー

If someone crossed her, they’d know it. And maybe that’s why she ended up dead. I picked up my phone and texted Maya. Me: Did Brianna have any enemies? Like serious ones? Maya: Lmao. Half the school. But no one that would kill her. Me: Are you sure? Maya: What are you doing, Jas? I didn’t answer. Because I didn’t know how to explain what I felt—that this wasn’t just some tragedy. This was a pattern. A puzzle. And I was trapped in it.

I made a sudden move toward Ryan, sending the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed where I stood. Blood poured out as I felt my life slipping away. At last, I was going home. The moment I went down, grief‑stricken screams tore through the air. Comments appeared before me once again. "What the hell? Why did Daniel take his own life?" "Isn't this supposed to be a feel-good story? What is happening?" "Wait, if he's gone, what's going to happen to the three female leads?" Ryan still had the knife in his hand. Screaming in shock, he instinctively turned to Hazel, hoping she'd do something.

“There is one chosen whenever the number of guilty exceeds that of the innocent ones, he moves silently in the night. He weighs your soul and if you’re found to be guilty, you die.” “How do you know that?” I asked her. “It’s the Ulfr Banamaðr prophecy, the wolf executioner,” she said to me. “I dreamt about that,” I said to her. “What did Anthony Campbell do?” She asked me softly. “He killed my father before I was born, took the life I should’ve had,” I said to her. “How many more are there?” She asked me. Mary Walker had surprised the hell out of me with what she knew. “Eleven, I don’t know yet if they’re all guilty or not,” I said to her. Both our heads turned as Jules came down the stairs

Daelan If she was alive, then perhaps the dead woman haunting my mansion was never a ghost at all, and that realization settled inside my chest like poison because it meant someone had been playing with me from the very beginning. My breathing remained uneven while I stood at the foot of the staircase gripping the knife, and although the mansion had become silent again, the silence itself felt dangerous because every shadow suddenly looked like a person and every sound seemed deliberate. The assistant remained on the phone. "Sir?"

That is something he will look forward to. Now, not only was he mad at the Council and the Blackburn but he was also mad at the people of Old-Vine Town where he had been clearly told the Blackburn lives but none of them, not even a single person has given him the answer he wanted. They all seem to have made up their mind or tell each other not to spill it out and he was even surprised at the way they all embraced their deaths like they already saw it coming. It makes him wonder what kind of deal the Blackburn made with them, but that cannot stop him from killing them all.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

the Philip guy said and slowly touched the guy’s chin to make him face him even more. “H-how? You… you died right? You died in front of me!!” he said hysterically as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. Philip smiled a little bit and coldly looked at the guy. “Yes, he died…” he said and slowly looked at Vincent’s eyes that made the guy feel the sudden shivers. At that very moment, Vincent already knew what was wrong with that guy. But it was too late until he felt a cold and sharp thing that thrust through his heart.

“Oh I get it!” I exclaim after a few minutes of silence passes. I get up from the wooden chair that she helped me sit on when I lost my balance when seeing her face. I start walking around the room , trying my best to make sense of this sudden appearance of her. “This is all a dream…I am still unconscious and having a dream of you…” I earn a sigh from her . “Rose-“ I cut her off. “Or!” I continue. “…or…I am dead. The mysterious woman has handed me back to Alexander and he has killed us all in our sleep , which makes sense as to why I am seeing my dead mother….” I look to the wolf who licks it’s paw , while sitting by my mother’s feet.

The last thing she remembered was how sadness had drained the color from Lev’s face, leaving him as pale as a winter morning in Duradel. Consciousness slowly faded away from her, and Vero knew this was the end of her life. Celsi had unintentionally, with sincere intention, plunged her into death. Or so she thought. “Verona.” She heard Lev’s voice in the distance, calling her name with hope, even a hint of force, and faintly, she felt something caressing her face.