Buried Deep And Other Stories Novels & Stories

The lower half of my body was numb, but my heart still felt like it was being repeatedly stabbed. Chuck had killed his own child. He'd kept his word—he'd brought the child to this world, and he'd sent it away. Valerie was curious to see what the fetus looked like, so she got up to take a closer look. Chuck hurriedly blocked the trash can and said, "Don't look, Val. You'll get nightmares." However, she started acting coquettish with him.

"We saw her dead when we buried her. We thought she was gone." Clara’s eyes softened, just for a second, before she spoke again. "Clearly not," she said flatly. Then, speaking from a place of experience, she added with an unsettling calm, "Speaking from experience, being buried alive and having to dig your way out sucks toll balls."

The location was quite good as it was perched on a hill overlooking the city. He buried my and Toby's ashes there and murmured softly, "Kristen, after all these years, I still love you the most. I brought the other women home just to spite you. "There was nothing going on between Violet and me, either. I just grew tired of the scheming women, and keeping her around to vex you seemed like a good idea. "I hated you for betraying me that day, so I worked tirelessly to make money. But why is it that when I finally made enough, I lost you?"