Dead Hearts Song Novels & Stories

“All she does is waste her time on trivial things instead of studying! Didn’t you hide her celebrity merchandise in your room to protect her before? Now she’s gone and sold her phone—she’s probably at some celebrity’s offline event right now!” “She’s completely lost her mind!” It was Sylvia who was into celebrity chasing, not me. I sighed. I felt nothing but numbness. After so much sorrow, I’d grown used to it. The next day, they ate breakfast as usual. My stepfather suddenly mentioned a recent news story: “A student from No.1 High School suffered a heart attack during the SAT and died despite emergency treatment.” Mom froze. No.1 High School was where Sylvia and I studied—and where Mom work

An entire lifetime cannot be enough to learn you, I shall spend my days knowing how love tastes like. You are an angel of life I'm an angel of death My heart will hate me forever for committing to you But I love this heart who hates me if you love it too . . . Lucus walked in the same graveyard as the voices of crushed leaves surrounded the graves. He had fulfilled the dying wishes of thousands of free souls till then and no grave was left crying. He reached that silent grave again. He sat on it and closed his eyes. "Our girl has grown, Attna" He said with a smile. There was silence again.

Like they could lift her up with a finger. These people were not her match. She was just thinking when she noticed the tattoo drawn on the wrist of one of the men. It was a drawing of a dragon's head chained inside a flaming ring. Her eyes filled with recognition and she almost gasped but she kept it down thankfully, not allowing the fear to completely seize her. These people belonged to one of the most notorious gangs. S-rank first class killers from the dragon's ring. Whoever they've set their eyes on, they take. They make no mistakes.

Memories of those simple, pure times came flooding back into Kylie's mind. The radio was playing nostalgic golden hits from the evening playlist, with classic melodies filling the air. Gradually, Kylie's voice grew softer and softer until she finally fell asleep against the car window. Nathan glanced at the sleeping Kylie and eased off the accelerator a bit.

she asked quietly. “I don’t think I understand your question. Speak plainly,” he said, following her to the window. Sunlight tried to break through a haze of dust, revealing the streets littered with decaying bodies. The sickly-sweet stench of rot filled the air, a constant reminder that death was ever-present in CorpseHaven.

I love him. Without you, I feel broken Like I'm half of a whole Without you, I've got no hand to hold Without you, I feel torn Like a sail in a storm Without you, I'm just a sad song I'm just a sad song I suddenly felt sad because they were singing Sad Song by We the kings. I stared at Nica. Its voice is beautiful. That dominates the people we are with. They sing along while Ethan plays the guitar. With you, I fall It's like I'm leaving all my past in silhouettes up on the wall

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

Stun in silence and speechless as his heartbeat the familiarity of the melody and worst as greed is engulfing him inside to know and meet that person who owns that symphony of her song. “Your very memory is in my heart. Like a cold yet sweet dream. With you and I, in a dreamscape. Everything dies. As no secret will be kept. The tears that I cry. I only wish to be with you. Will you hear my call? Can you come with me? Upon this darkness. I want you to be with me.” Somehow driven and hitting with pain, he pounds his chest to where his heartbeats. With a smirk and a sigh, he wanted to curse this sudden pain and longing towards the song and the words that somehow, engulf him with regret inside.

It feels like my lungs are filled with water, I couldn’t breath. Is it too late now? I put my right feet forward. Can I go back? I take one step followed by the next. I don’t want to die. I walk faster until I come running. And while I ran I heard a song play, but I guess it should not bother me anymore now that I know I am dead. Stand by Me By Oasis Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've got a lot of things to learn Said I would and I'll be leaving one day

♪Oh I know ♪ ♪ There is purpose in your pain ♪ ♪ Do you feel already dead ♪ ♪ Like you have no reasons left standing on the edge ♪ ♪ And finally looking down ♪ ♪ Like a candle in the night ♪ ♪ Fighting just to stay alive ♪ ♪ I know you still can't see ♪ ♪ But hold onto me ♪ ♪ You will be found ♪ I momentarily stop. He once told me he loved this song from his favorite band. He said they can put feelings that can't be shared, expressed nor showed to others into words. Heartfelt song with bullet striking emotions. At first, I don't get what he's saying. But now... the more I played it in my head, the more I understand why he likes them. Why he played them to me everyday.