After Life Plot Novels & Stories

I always thought the hereafter is a place where you get to reunite with the people you loved, spending your eternity in their company. I was wrong. It’s nothing like that. It’s not bad, just not what I expected. As it turns out, the afterlife is a strange place. There’s nothing here. Just endless white and this warm, comforting light. I’ve never known peace like it. I don’t even care that I’m all alone. “Willow?”

I thought he had been asleep for a while. I nodded, as if he could see that. “Yeah, and you know what? Earlier when she hugged me, she whispered something to me.” "What?" Auden opened his eyes and looked at me. I told him what Manang told me. “It’s just nothing, okay. Don’t think too much about that. Blessing and death are both part of life," he said as if he is educating me. I also don't want to believe but what Manang Tere said bothers me. I nodded at him in agreement with what he said. I took a deep breath and then adjusted my seat.

Oh, God, why is this happening to me? I took a deep breathe and glanced at him. “I want you to wait for me and I'll find you in the afterlife.”

"A week ago or however long it's been, we were all strangers. Different teams, different lives, different everything. And now we're sitting here talking about our dreams like we've known each other forever." "Death has a way of cutting through the bullshit," Walter said. "Yeah," I agreed. "When you're fighting for your existence, you figure out pretty quick who matters." "And you all matter," Mia said. "Every single one of you. We wouldn't have made it this far without each other." "Damn right," Willow said. "We're a team now. A real team." "The most dysfunctional team in the afterlife," Brady added. "But still a team," Erina said, smiling.

He quickly scanned them, his eyes turning bloodshot, but he calmly put the documents away. Good. The understanding between us was still there. Only 3 hours left until my death. I refused all life-saving measures. After another brief bout of unconsciousness, I woke to see Ethan holding his phone in front of me. It was Celeste's social media post—her latest update was nine photos. The center one was a family portrait of her, Mom, Dad, and Marcus. The caption read: "Thank you, sister, for making this possible. From now on, I'm the family's true princess."

"Your consciousness has been transferred to the core server. You are pure data now. No decay. No pain. No end." "We're ghosts in the machine," Alex says, looking at his luminous hands. "You are residents," Echo corrects. "This is the Afterlife I built for you. A paradise of your own design. You can live here forever. You can create worlds. You can relive memories. You can be young. You can be together." It sounds perfect. Eternal youth. Eternal pleasure. Eternal us. "However," Echo says. The titan leans down. "There is a choice."

This time, she met the right person. [Thank you, author! What a good story!] [Looking forward to extras!!!] I put my phone in my pocket and lifted my head for one last look at the aurora. The green light flowed slowly across the sky, as if saying: You deserve every beautiful thing in this world. I took a deep breath and turned toward the road I had come from. Behind me, the aurora still shone bright. Ahead, dawn was coming. The end.

Each of my word was a scalpel, it carved doubt into the predator who thought he had the advantage, It replaced intention with reaction and replaced pride with desperation. And then, the alley wall pressed against his back and the ice cold stone offered no comfort, the silver blade found its mark clean through his heart. With no show and no hesitation, his body shuddered, It convulsed and began to disintegrate. Ash fell to the concrete and I watched until nothing remained. The aftermath was my routine. I cleaned the blade, I wiped the traces till every surface returned to normal, I collected the token, a small silver ring because it was proof. Nothing in the world outside this alley would rem

~Serena~ Crimson liquid swirled towards the drain, a contrast to the pearl white shower floor at Spade’s apartment. I don’t know how I got here, but I know where I’ve been. Alister is dead, for real now, and he can’t come back from the dead anymore, but the bastard didn’t leave without ripping my heart into pieces. My daughter is alive. Was it really just a plot? Alister would spit out any lies just to save his skin.

He most enjoyed the feeling of controlling me, after all. "Elijah, did you know? Five years ago... I was pregnant with your baby," I said calmly. "You're lying again." I laughed bitterly and spoke in a gentle tone I hadn't used in ages. "I knew you'd say that, so I prepared everything. I hope that after I die, you'll receive those things and still be able to live happily ever after with Abigail." At that moment, the system's voice rang in my head. "Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back."