After Death, Love Unveiled Novels & Stories

I shakily pressed my lips against Alejandro’s tombstone, knowing that it was the end. “I’ll always love you, Alejandro. I loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Ever since we met, ever since you made me your girlfriend, and then later proposed to me and made me your wife. But if you love me as much as I love you… I need you to free me. I need you to set me free from the chains and shackles of my life. So this will be the last time you see me. I needed closure… “Goodbye, Alejandro. Gone… But never forgotten. And I hope that when God decides that it’s my time too, that it’s my turn to die… That I see you again one day in the afterlife. I love you.”

She knew that, even in death, he probably regretted falling in love with her. As Antoine looked on in shock and anger, Alyse wiped her tears away, shook off Antoine’s hand, and walked out. Alyse shut herself up in Shannon Manor. She stopped bothering with Antoine and read a letter Linda had sent her. Three years ago, I had considered whether Alyse would one day find out the truth behind my death. As such, before I completed the transaction with the system, I wrote a final letter on the last day. I had given the letter to Linda and said, “If Alyse sees my body one day, please give this to her, okay?”

The day before she died. "Tomorrow I die. I can feel it. The Absolute will come. Will tempt me. Will offer relief. And I'll refuse. I'll stay Aurora. I'll die myself. And you'll remember. Somehow. Eventually. Maybe. And if you do, know this: I loved you. All of you. Every day. Every midnight. Every forgetting. I loved you. Freely. Willingly. Completely. That was real. That mattered. That was enough. Goodbye, my loves. Remember me. Not with guilt. With joy. With gratitude. With love. I was Aurora. I stayed Aurora. I died Aurora. Remember Aurora. Always. Day one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. The last day. The final entry. The ending. But also the forever. Because love doesn't end. Even wh

Back then, she would hold me and say, "Honey, I want the whole world to know you're mine. That we're so in love. That way, no one can steal you from me." I used to think that was love. Now, I saw it differently. Real love doesn't need to be put on display. Sharon gave me many promises, but she made good on very few of them. Like the day Tasha was sick as a child. Sharon said she was stuck out of town on a business trip and couldn't make it back. But the truth was that Curtis got jealous, and she stayed with him all day and night to calm him down. Or the time I had a high fever and was stranded at a highway rest stop.

“He is dead,” a voice whispered in my ear. “No, he isn’t,” I replied. I looked back at the body of the man I once loved, knowing this would be the last time I’d see him. Wondering why our love had to end this way. Truly, he was dead to me.** --- Tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t wipe them away. This poem wasn’t just words. It was her truth. And strangers across the internet were reading it, feeling it, and paying for it.

Family, love, and happiness… THE END

And now, even after death, I stand here before you, fulfilling that desire. A lonely tear ran down Rosalie’s face, and she reached out to touch Duncan’s face. It was her touch, it was him. Recognition finally came into her eyes, and she whispered, - Duncan... is that you? Deep down, she always knew. Duncan nodded with a sad, loving smile. - Yes, Rosalie. It’s me, Duncan. Even after death, our love brought us back to each other. But that was impossible... Rosalie was paralyzed, her eyes fixed on Duncan. In that deep gaze, she saw the truth she had avoided accepting for so long. The eyes were windows to the soul, and in those eyes, she found the soul of her beloved Duncan.

"Don't take my life just yet. I've been praying to God, He will surely grant my wish, so please wait a moment. Hum? Please!" This is unnatural, humans shouldn't be able to see or hear our voices. It's against fate. But, what do I care? I just have to finish my mission as fast as possible and get back to my job. "Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!"

A hot mess. I noticed something else too. A red spot on my neck. It was not too visible but it was there. My fingers traced in amazement. This was nothing short of a miracle. Kaden gave me a love mark. We have been intimate for a long time, but he never once made the mistake of giving me a love mark.

The truth is… I hope you can be happy…" He didn't know why his throat was starting to hurt. No one saw the reddened eyes in the reflection of his handsome face in the car window. In this world, there wasn't anyone who couldn't live without a certain person. When Xavier took Yvette's ashes back, everyone who knew her thought that she was dead. Even after they found Claude, the outcome was still the same. After shedding a few tears, everyone returned to their peaceful lives. However, that wasn't the case for Xavier.