After Death, Love Unveiled Novels & Stories

She sounded calm but with hopeless despair. "Since your love and our marriage are fake, go love the one you truly love. I'm letting you go." The video ended there. I sat frozen on the ground, the phone slipping from my hand. I buried my hands in my head, clawing my hair. My eyes reddened as I muttered to myself, "How could this happen? She knew. She knew everything. How did she find out?"

"But Mark, my illness is cured now. I know I was wrong. Can we start over? I mistook my feelings for Alex as love. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored everything you did for me all those years. Please come back to me…" I shook my head. "Carolyn, life doesn't give us second chances. What's gone is gone. The love between us can't be made whole again." At that moment, Beth stepped forward and gently held my hand. Seeing that, Carolyn finally lowered her head in defeat. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks. The pain she had been holding back finally erupted. Tears poured out like a broken string of beads, and her sobbing echoed through the quiet night. Not wanting her to ruin Beth's mood, I quic

There’s rage behind his eyes, a pressure barely held in check. He stops at the settee—his settee, I realize, a replica from the real shop—and drops into it hard. His elbows on his knees, his hands over his face. We sit in silence. He doesn’t look at me once. And when he finally lifts his head, he looks… hollow. “I’m sorry, Eloise,” he says. I open my mouth to respond— —and suddenly, I’m back. Back in Lucy’s coffee shop. The real one. Lucy’s kneeling in front of me, picking up the pieces of a shattered coffee mug.

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

I was in love with him. @Death Wish

Later, she would recall this and believe it was true. The spirit was leaving a message. ‘One last message. There is one last thing to say. One last goodbye. Olivia and Ian. Love lost to jealousy and murder. A babe born to both. Sometimes death conquers before love can. But in that death, it is not the end. Love continues on, and the adventure doesn’t end. There are no goodbyes, for those are final. But there are until we meet again. Live well, and love for long. The next generation will see the light in their life. With love and luck we will meet again the day in the distant future you cross over. Live well. O + I’

Love and family. THE END

“George, I’ve loved you for ten years! Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything but your love!” “I only want Luna! Where did you take my Luna?” George became frantic, grabbing Annie’s arm and pulling her outside as he yelled, “Tell me! Where is Luna? Take me to her!” Annie looked out at the endless sea beyond the railing, extending a finger. “Your Luna is already dead! You killed her! You threw her into the sea! You don’t even know, do you? I poked out both her eyes and used a needle to scratch every pore on her face! Her limbs were broken, and she wobbled around like a soft rubber doll. She was so ugly!

He declared to the world that I was his wife, the only legal family he had without blood ties. He didn't entertain the guests or drink a single drop of alcohol. When they lowered my casket into the ground, he reserved a space beside me—a place for himself. "Mia, I love you." A bitter smile touched my heart as the world dissolved around me. In death, you finally learned to love me.

A swirl of dark energy dissipated into nothingness. Melody stared in terror, her eyes locked on the shattered remnants of the statue. "No! Don't!" she screamed, her face twisted with rage. She looked at me as if she wanted to tear me apart with her bare hands. Just as she lunged toward me, the stage curtains were drawn open. The audience below had witnessed everything. Reporters whipped out their phones, snapping photos. Thomas and Evelyn sat in stunned disbelief, staring at Melody. The truth was clear now; they had been wrong from the start.