Buried Deep And Other Stories Novels & Stories

“I have no reason to lie to you. Feel free to check for yourself. But don’t be too surprised when you find out what a wonder woman you abandoned.” After he finished speaking, Milo called the maintenance guy to fix my grave. Lucian left in a hurry, Selene trailing behind him. Milo turned to my tomb with a quiet whisper before he left. “You won’t blame me for telling him the truth, will you?” I couldn’t bring myself to blame him. In fact, I owed him a thank you. "Mr. Carrington, the things you asked me to investigate... I found a lot of photos." As Milo stepped out of his car, his assistant approached and whispered in his ear.

"How dare you lie to me! I'm going to kill you!" James tilted his head to avoid the blade. Gritting his teeth through the pain of his broken hand, he shoved the robber aside. When the other robber saw this, he stabbed his knife into James' back. "Dad!" Celeste screamed. "Watch out, Dad!" The moment the knife pierced his back, James smiled. "Don't be scared, Celeste. I'll be okay." Then, he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. Still, his gaze was fixed on Naomi and Celeste.

"Because I don't have that many connections. You have a broader network. You specialize in deep investigative reporting, and you have more experience than I do. "Without you, I couldn't have gathered those witnesses or found that hard evidence." I let go of her. "So this time, you beat me." Maya curled her lip. "I only wanted to use the heat from your story to get promoted. I wasn't helping you on purpose." She paused. "But you really do owe me dinner, because I also happened to dig up evidence that Adrian and his father were committing accounting fraud and illegal transactions through their company. Hannah was involved too." "All right. Thank you."

I pushed her away, enough to make space… Just enough so nothing could touch me. “Don’t,” I think I said. Or maybe I didn’t even say it properly. But she didn’t leave, instead she came closer again and held me this time. Then it came all at once. I couldn’t hold it anymore. My breath broke first. Then my voice. Then everything else. “I’m not Samantha…” “They buried me…” My chest hurt when I said it, like something was tearing inside. They buried me while I was still alive. While I was still here.

" Before one disaster could settle, another arrived. Candice rushed her mother to the hospital and spent hours anxiously waiting outside the operating room, mentally and physically exhausted. During those few hours, she called Jon countless times. Every single call went unanswered. In the end, she sent him a message: "I'm really Candice. I lied to you. Please don't marry someone else, okay? Where are you?" The message disappeared into silence, like a stone sinking into the ocean. Only then did she realize there was no way out anymore. She could not reclaim her identity. And even Jon had already decided to marry someone else. At that moment, Austin hurried over carrying the child in his arms.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.

I gave him that file to let him and Melanie fight tooth and nail, bringing every ounce of evil he hid inside to the surface. Sure enough, Melanie went missing two days later. Her parents reported her missing to the police. After a thorough search, investigators eventually uncovered a basement near the ruins of the burned-down villa. Melanie lay inside, unconscious. Her body was covered in burns—some small, some massive, the worst of them melted together and weeping red and yellow pus. Her hair had been scorched into brittle curls, her face so disfigured it was beyond recognition. The smell of rotting flesh clung to her back.

And not just by Clara, Emily, or Ashani. But by the ones who never knew their stories had been buried too.

Somehow, hearing that faded the fear I had. No one was indestructible, after all. The Butcher reached around blindly, grabbed a board studded with rusted nails, and slammed it into Dad’s back. Blood poured freely, soaking through Dad’s shirt until his entire back was stained red. Even then, Dad didn’t let go. His teeth clenched so tightly that he bit off half the Butcher’s ear. The Butcher shrieked in pain and fury before stabbing Dad with a nail. Dad’s face started to pale. Still, he held on, never letting the Butcher free, no matter how much he kicked.

“This will require a bit of storytelling, I’m afraid.” “Go ahead,” I said, crossing my arms. Allen’s mouth twitched, then he walked in a slow circle around us, his raven still perched like a crown on his shoulder. “A few weeks ago, Dominic and one of his Deltas stumbled across an abandoned cemetery just outside the old territories. Nothing but ruins, overgrown stone, and a dangerous creature of corruption, much like the one Varen is using to terrorize the town. But buried in one of the graves was a skeleton engraved with gold.”