Dead Poets Society Book Novels & Stories

She calmed down and looked at me; she was beautiful. Black hair, black eyes and white skin. I met her, the one who had the name of Lila Rendal. The girl was her. She introduced herself and was wary of me. She told me about her story and the truth hidden behind this place. It's a graveyard of memories. I didn't understand at first what she was implying, but I ended up realizing it. This graveyard or what seems a cemetery is a place that was a burial for the people who died from the pandemic, sickness that expanded like when fire expands in a forest. She had a sister that was killed by the one who told her to create a poison strong enough to take his life.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

"What a useless man! You're a lot weaker than your sister! She refused to reveal your house address even when I chopped all her fingers off! So much for being siblings, huh?" After that, he paused momentarily. As if recalling something funny, he laughed. "So, how does it feel like reassembling and dissecting your own sister, Dr. Smith?" Hearing that, Zack immediately looked up at the drug dealer. "What? Don't tell me you can't even recognize your sister's body." The drug dealer chuckled. A flash of disbelief crossed Zack's eyes. "No…that can't be. That's not it!" "That's enough. This will be your last day on earth—do you have any last words?" The drug dealer then pulled out a dagger, slowly

Like I was nothing. Every time it loops, I feel like I’m dying again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard Sophia’s voice in the dark. “Oh, Babes…I hate thinking of you with her.” It’s her voice that haunts me the most; sweet and lethal. The same voice that poisoned everything in my life from the beginning.

“Mr. Grey, I’m your mother’s lawyer. I’m calling to discuss her estate. She left a will stating that everything goes to Ms. White. I just need confirmation that you’ve been informed.” Xavier’s grip tightened on his phone, and his voice grew tense. “Can you stop with the games? Do you think it’s fun playing a fool of me?” The lawyer’s voice remained cold. “No one is playing a fool of you. Your mother was buried today. We’re handling her affairs as she requested.” Xavier abruptly ended the call. He walked over to the urn, crouched down, and picked up a bit of the spilled ashes. Ashes were nothing like flour, and the difference was obvious.

Like someone had placed it there for me to find. My fingers curled around the book. I lifted it slowly, carefully opening the cover. There was no title. Just brittle pages covered in faded script and lunar markings. Symbols I didn’t recognise. In the middle of the book, tucked between a page of symbols and another of warnings, I saw it. A story of a wolf with a soul that refused to leave the world of the living. It told of a warrior who died in battle, his body cold, his mate devastated. But she didn’t let go.

I glared at the couple kissing passionately beside the remnants of my dead body. I wanted to float away, but I couldn't. Even after dying, I'd turned into a lingering soul that couldn't go anywhere. I was forced to hang around Nathan. I felt so pathetic. When I was still alive, Nathan treated me as if I didn't exist. Now that I was dead, I was forced to witness him and Gina in each other's arms. They were glued to each other when Nathan's phone rang, interrupting them. With a dark expression, Nathan picked his phone up and checked the screen.

Everyone can hear the silence between them. “The nobles decided to share this little treasure to everyone…” he said, then two guys appeared from the back of the stage while carrying a bag. It took for a moment until they opened the three bags and everyone was shocked from what they saw. “What is this?” “Wait…is this for real?” ‘They’re not joking right?” Everyone gasped as they saw three dead bodies in front of them. “Two of them are from last year’s goods, while the other one is a fresh student from Murray Building and was killed just this morning,” he said, which makes everyone speechless.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

Riversane he knew The earth overcrowded With wandering lost souls Because heaven and hell lost control of the universe And humans died left and right No more fights for the 6 feet of land Souls don't sleep, they don't demand Human materialistic things, souls travel through The bookshelves and walls and paintings and halls Because Mr. Riversane didn't claim any souls It took a toll on these spirits that now seemed very lost and cold Except I would not get tossed Like the rest of this tempore Welcome to the Land of the dead This is the story of Pepper Rei. Deadly Fun The days were enough and the nights were too dark To stop Pepper Rei from wandering around the world.