Dead Poets Society Neil Novels & Stories

A/N: Before you read this book, first of all, thank you so much for picking up this book. It means everything to me :) Second of all, the cover was created by my amazing friend Lily. Go follow and support her Wattpad account; @Lilypadsxfrogs. And finally, this story does touch lightly on the triggering topic, suicide. Please read at your own risk. Enjoy the story! It was a bleak evening on the 14th of June. The air was cold and caliginous, almost as if it could suspect the misery and gloom that lingered over the Jacobs. It was a sombre affair that evening for all of them.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Not silent—someone was still clinking bottles together in the corner—but the mood shifted. Neon snorted, finally looking up. “Elizabeth? That bitch is dead.” He grinned at his own words, malicious and careless. “And good riddance.” Liam placed his cigarette on the edge of the table beside him, moving without rush but with the kind of weight that drew eyes. He stepped forward, the floor creaking under his boots. Neon’s grin faltered just slightly. “Say that again,” Liam said, his tone low and edged with something cold.