Dead Time Stories Novels & Stories

Switching subjects, he continued, “Here’s the deal. Aaron’s super busy right now. Cadence is on her way. Should be here in five. Jamie’s IAC is flickering around like he wants to wake up, but he can’t, so give it a few minutes, try not to panic, we’ll see what happens. Nobody knows better than I do that being dead can be temporary.” Cassidy nodded, but Dax asked, “What does that mean?” He looked around at the other faces in the room. “Have you been dead before, too?” “Man, kid, you gotta lotta history to catch up on.” “Elliott was dead for eight months,” Cassidy said quietly. Dax opened his mouth but thought better of it and closed it, only shaking his head in response, which caused Elliott

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Willow truly didn't love him anymore. When Nathan saw the paper bag in the nurse's hand, he snatched it and tore it open. Inside the bag was the rosary Willow had thrown away at the hospital. "Willow left this behind when she was discharged days ago," the nurse said. "I heard she passed away. As her family, you should have it." Nathan clutched the rosary tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "You're lying. Willow can't be dead!" Lily didn't want to watch him lose it any further and bluntly said, "Nate, snap out of it! You've been in a coma for three days, and her burial is today."

Just before slipping into unconsciousness, he mumbled through chattering teeth: “Just… a little longer… once Dad forgives me… I’ll wake mom up…” Two hours passed. While Kane was working in his study, he finally remembered his son and casually called for the servant. “How long has it been? Has Lucas admitted his mistake yet?” The servant’s face was grave, voice cautious: “Alpha Kane… it’s been two hours. The young pup has already passed out in the snow…” “What?!” Kane’s expression changed instantly. The pen in his hand clattered to the floor.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

“The armed robbers mentioned something about the throne. I'm tired, Collins, I…” “You're tired?” Dad smiled sadly. “This is just 24 — not yet 24 hours since Kira died, and you're tired? She endured us for 24 years of her life!” A lot has really happened within 24 hours of my death. I don't know if it was right to blame myself, but for some reasons, I felt guilty. All the enemies closing in at once, external and internal enemies all at once. But then, if Freya hadn't started this by lying, then I would be preparing to marry Eden by now.

It was as if someone had written her story long before she was even born. The story was about a young woman who discovered she had only seven days left to live. Instead of drowning in fear, she chose to spend her final week with the man she loved. Creating memories, laughing through tears, and cherishing every heartbeat. On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling.

A little spark of curiosity and what-ifs often end up in an interesting story. @Death Wish

Time-stamped from three minutes ago, but it had just delivered. **P.S. - I lied. Arthur Blackwood dies in 10 minutes. Come watch.** Below it, a location. Pier 17. Ten minute countdown started.