Novel & Cerita Buried Deep And Other Stories

“It was buried.” And deep beneath the Academy ruins—something massive began opening in the dark.

Ethan snapped, "What for? So you can make him kneel and beg you?" She broke down and desperately pleaded. "I'm begging you, Ethan. I know everything now, so please just tell me." Her every sob felt like a knife was twisting in my chest. Finally, with a bitter sneer, Ethan gave her my address. "He's at the suburban cemetery." The moment she heard it, she scrambled to her feet, only to collapse onto the pavement. Her legs had gone numb from sitting too long. She dragged herself up, flagged down a cab, and headed straight over.

Carissa pushed his hand away and walked over to me. "I can explain, Rose!" "Oh?" I snickered, though tears were already pooling in my eyes. "What are you going to tell me? That the husband you've been secretly married to for three years isn't him? Or that the child you carried for nine months and gave birth to isn't his?" Her silence was her confession, and in that instant, the truth laid itself bare. No wonder she had never introduced us. No wonder there was always that unreadable emotion in her eyes whenever I brought up her husband.

Zelda studied her friend’s face for a long moment. Mia forced herself not to look away. Eventually, Zelda sighed and slowly lay back down against the pillow. She said nothing. But she could feel it. Something was wrong. Her instincts screamed it, even if her mind couldn’t remember why. Whatever everyone was hiding from her, Zelda knew there was more to the story than a concussion and a coma. Back in his office, Vance sat hunched over his desk, a bottle of vodka sweating rings into the wood, his third cup already half gone.

Rain battered the windows while thunder rolled somewhere in the distance. The storm transformed the library into a world entirely its own. For hours, they talked. Not about family obligations. Not about politics. Not about responsibilities. About themselves. The conversation drifted naturally from childhood memories to old regrets, from embarrassing stories to dreams neither had spoken aloud in years. At some point, Meera found herself telling him why she had tried to run. Not every detail. Enough. Enough for him to understand. When she finished, silence settled between them. Not awkward. Thoughtful.

Never once had she imagined burying her instead. Olivia hugged Lily’s favorite teddy bear tightly against her chest while the child’s drawing book rested quietly beside the grave. With shaking hands and swollen red eyes, she picked up the book and slowly flipped through the pages one after another. At first the drawings looked normal, childish scribbles mixed with colorful sketches. Then Olivia noticed the hidden sentences Lily had written carefully across different pages. She slowly pieced the words together. "Maybe if Lily wasn’t with mummy, daddy would love her like he used to before I was born"

Yet, the sunflowers always wilted before long. Crushed by despair, the beggar eventually went mad. He murmured a single name repeatedly—Molly Reed.

I ended the call and with a flick of my wrist, the letter flew into the roadside trash can. It was time to bury all that old, nasty baggage, along with the person who came with it, once and for all. Life was not stopping for me. In fact, it was only looking up from there.

No voice from above. But he smiled. “She won’t let me stay buried,” he whispered. “Mothers always dig.” ~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "Some devils you bury. Others you bind. But the one who wears your name in silence—he waits. He learns. And when he returns, you won’t recognize what part of yourself is still yours." — Lorenzo De Rossi

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"