Bringing Me To Life Novels & Stories

Alive, just for a moment. As if, for those eternal seconds, a part of Damon Voss was coming back to life. And something that had been long dead in me was coming back, too.

Hearing those words from her makes me happy beyond anything. Having Myxelle in my life, is also the reason why I continue living. She serves as my strength during my weakest days. She serves as my light during my darkest night. And she serves as my life when I felt lifeless. Living a life with her, is the thing that I'm not going to sell in exchange of anything. Because with Myxelle, my daughter, I learned to live a life without him by my side.

Not even myself. Even when we argued, no one else could do what Arielle did to me. But it wasn't just about us anymore. I couldn't think of anything else other than this moment. My heart would burst with love, and my hands would tremble with passion. I was completely smitten by this woman. She brought me peace, calm, and tranquility. She made me feel alive again after so many years of being dead inside. She brought me back to life and showed me what it felt like. In this moment I was filled with wonderment and admiration toward the woman who lay beside me.

Life’s first spark. The breeze lifted my hair, silver strands fanning across my shoulders. Tears shimmered in my eyes. Not of sorrow. Of gratitude. Of release. Of the fragile birth of happiness. “It’s beautiful…” I whispered. “So beautiful it hurts.” His chest tightened at my words. He stepped closer, careful not to touch. “The world is not always cruel,” he said quietly. “And you must learn again to see the beauty they stole from you.” I closed my eyes, breathing the air as though I could drink in the promise itself. And there, barefoot in the dewy grass, I felt it for the first time: I was not just surviving. I was living.

Mу bоdу nаturаllу саmе аlіvе around hіm. Hе brought mе bасk tо life іn every ѕеnѕе, аnd I knеw no matter hоw many years had раѕѕеd in thіѕ life, hіѕ touch wоuld always mаkе me fееl аlіvе іn thе mоѕt bеаutіful and еuрhоrіс way. “Jоеl, рlеаѕе, I nееd уоu.”

But a flash came back to me. No! This is not the end; I don't have to give up. I'm not alone, I say, touching my stomach. I must prepare for the arrival and the future of my child, even alone in a country about which I know nothing. I must give him a future, the best that I can give him. But for that, I must... I must live. Yes!! I must live.

Alexander almost muttered sorry to her, his eyes softening but Darren broke the ice. "How are you feeling?" He asked looking at the girl. The girl smiled as she breathed a deep sigh. "I c-can b-breath properly." She croaked out feeling extremely light. Cherishing the feel of normal breathing. Alizey stared at the window beside feeling like a millennia has passed. The warm breeze swept across the room making a warm feeling envelop her. She can live again. She can breath again. Yet after all this she felt like a new life has been awarded to her. Like that to the branches of the spring trees, where the leaves born again after facing the harsh nature.

I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared.

“I know you don’t want to but you can’t ignore the fact that you live in a society, can you? You need people in life so you can enjoy and actually live your life. You don’t need to fear them, they’re humans too, just like us.” I shivered. Something in me ignited and I felt like I was ready to go there. This was what my granny did to me. Her words always worked like magic. “Hi Nana! How’re you?” We snapped our head on time to see my best friend sneaking her head inside my room and twirling her way to us. The third person to enter my room without announcing tonight. Not even surprised anymore.

The room was dark except for the faint light coming through the curtains. I listened to her breathing. Peaceful. Safe. Alive. I closed my eyes. “I’m glad I met you.” She lifted her head. “What?” I looked down at her. “You.” A smile touched my lips. “I’m glad I met you.” Her expression softened. “Why are you saying that?” “Because before you came into my life, I thought I’d already lived everything worth living.” She stared at me. “But then you showed up.” My fingers brushed against her cheek.