Death Wish Novel 소설 & 이야기

The same smile that had held my hand during thunderstorms. The same smile that had promised we'd get a bigger apartment someday. The same smile that was now just ash and memory. My throat tightened. I swallowed the grief which tasted like bile..and kept reading. Sometimes I wonder how I haven't cried yet. The file was organized by date. The initial report. The witness statements. The forensic analysis. The autopsy results. I flipped past the pages I'd already seen, the details I'd already memorized, and focused on the notes Detective Cross had added in the margins.

Shady people for sure, but… I’m an assassin so I’m shady too. I approach the door to Damien’s bedroom and place a hand silently on the knob, slowly testing it. It’s not even locked… I haven’t opened it yet, listening intently at the door for a moment. I can see the soft glow of light spreading in a small sliver from beneath the door. He must be awake. My suspicion is verified when I hear the soft sound of a page turning in a book or something from within. I turn the knob slowly until the latch is fully retracted then pull the door open slowly without making a sound. As the door opens, about halfway through, a small creak sounds. I move the instant the sound is made, darting in at the same ti

It was useless to pray. I looked up with tired, red eyes. The full moon was out and indifferent above me. It just watched. I turned my head, and my gaze met his. Alpha Storm Thor. My mate. My Alpha. He stood there, watching my final moments with icy eyes, unmoved, devoid of emotion. Then, I saw her. Liora. God, the smile on her face as she drove the blade deep into my heart, not her final blow, but the one that sealed my death. That smile will forever haunt me, even if I live a thousand more lives.

The music throbbed, eyes followed, but no one dared to interfere. Damon Williams was untouchable. Whispers rose only after he vanished. 🗣️ “Who was that girl?” 🗣️ “Isn’t he still grieving Selena?” 🗣️ “That b**ch is so lucky.” Everyone knew—Damon hadn’t touched another woman since Selena’s death. Daniel — Rose Gold Street Daniel staggered home, reeking of alcohol, muttering insults about Leah. A man in black appeared, blocking his path. Daniel stumbled, tripped on the man’s foot, and crashed to the ground, nose bleeding.

The next time I heard about Alexia, it was said that she couldn't handle the pressure and had jumped from a building. Wesley couldn't survive the blow and passed away soon after. The Cavanaugh family completely collapsed, leaving only Sean behind, broken and barely holding on. Marcus neglected his family business, and his company steadily declined. Every day, he left comments on my videos online, begging me to come back. To me, all of it was like a gust of wind blowing past, leaving no trace. Jacqueline pushed the door open just then. "Ophelia, it's time." Smiling at her, I straightened my back and held my head high as I stepped onto the stage under the spotlight.

Where? Eastern border. Same as the others. Same cause of death? Same. Drained. No blood. Just empty. I closed my eyes and my hand was shaking. Keep the patrols back. I'll be there in the morning. Lucian... In the morning. The mind link went quiet. Cressida looked up from her book and her eyes were dark. "What happened?" "Another body." She set down the book and crossed the room and sat on the arm of my chair. Her hand was on my shoulder and her warmth seeped through my shirt.

"I grew up nearby. I don't know which saint it belongs to, but the elderly in my family said that this shrine is really magical. Be careful what you wish for or promise in front of the saint because it will come true." 'Zach, you would do anything to get me. I bet you never thought that all those sweet promises that you made back then were the reason that got you killed and gave me another life.'

“This has only begun.” Sobs burst from me in waves that rattled my core. It was all happening, not a dream. My coworkers, my friends, were dead. “Why? Why are you doing this? What is going on?” His gaze never left the road. “None of that matters. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Why did you kill them all?” So many lives, gone. “Collateral damage, just as you’ll be.” No emotion. A mechanical response.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

"How'd you get over mom's death?" "I didn't, Hijo," he said, reaching out and squeezing my knee. "You never get over it, and the sooner you can accept that, the sooner you'll start to get through this." I shook my head at the impossibility of it, but he went on. "Understand this, Nico. You will be whole again; you'll just never be the same again. But that's okay because you're not supposed to be. She's gone, so things aren't the same anymore, and they never will be. And I know you feel like there's no reason to live anymore, but there is. I promise you. You're twenty-one. You have your whole life ahead of you."