Am I Alive Or Dead Novels & Stories

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

I am dead…. ****

"So what now?" My attention returned when Adey spoke. I knew she was also looking for information and possible evidence on how I told them Celeste was alive. They may be wondering and thinking that I am crazy but whatever I think and do my heart and mind still cannot accept that she is gone. There is a part of my heart that says she is alive and there is also a part of my brain that says she is dead. But everything is too messy so I want to clarify this now.

He wasn't dead! My baby is alive!

My mouth suddenly voices my thoughts and the man looks at me with a shocked expression. “Excuse me?” “I’m dead, aren’t I?” I ask and swallow dryly. “No dear, you are not dead. The Alpha rescued you and brought you here before that could happen. You were in a very critical state when he brought you here” “So, you’re saying, I’m not in the land of the dead?” “No, you are not.” “I’m still in this cruel world.” I whisper to myself in pain as tears start streaming down my cheeks. I wanted to die and go away from all this pain and humiliation. I hate the fact that I’m still alive.

“Between what, Grandma?” She reached out and cupped my face. “Between life and death.” The words hit me like a blow. “No,” I said quickly. “No, that’s not possible. I was in the hospital. I was—” “You were dying,” she said gently. My knees weakened. “So I’m… I’m dead?” “Not yet.” I stared at her, my heart racing. “Then what am I?” “You have a foot in and a foot out at the same time.”

Fortunately for me, I discovered Live Suicide, since I'm certain that even my death would be meaningless if I didn't learn about them. I'm concerned that if they're genuine and not a hoax, I won't know if they really sent the money to my parents since I'm no longer alive. If they are not real, I am unable to oppose them since I am no longer alive. Therefore, I'm crossing my fingers that they're true, since I don't want to die with regret in life.

’ I whispered tentatively in my mind. ‘Yes, Misha, it’s me.’ His voice drifted through my mind, soothingly familiar. My body shuddered with parts shock and relief. ‘How’re you alive?!’ I marveled, certain I must be in a dream. ‘I thought Red killed you…we all FELT Red killl you…!’

How could I have answered his question? "So, he is your mate? I can't believe it. I was right from the beginning. Good lord, I didn't kill him." Uncle Adrian asked me casually as if we practically had some sort of relationship when he was alive. He surely didn't look dead. But there was no sign to believe that he was alive either. I couldn't say what state it would be if someone is neither alive, nor dead. It was just too much to digest.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.