Death In Love Novels & Stories

It gave me peace of mind knowing his was still beating. "I love you Jaxon" I whispered as I stood at his door. I quietly walked into my room. Death is the price you pay for love.

If I depart this world, I'd like to do so with you. I love you, Quentin. It took death to make me realize that. If there's anyone I'm dying besides and because of, I'm glad it's you. You were right when you said we're bound together for life, I can't escape you because even in death, you pull me in. Let's not fight this anymore, Quentin. Let's let the dark pull us in, let's walk away from this life together and see what the next brings for us. Not all love stories can be the same because this one's only a tragedy. ~~~

Her love was gone forever. *******************************

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

“Leave my parents out of this.” “Catalina, please don't concede to an even lower IQ level. It's cringe to watch. The world ending includes their death and yours, you are all part of the world after all. Nevertheless, your parents have only 12 months to live. I will reap their souls then so whether you made a deal with me or not, is irrelevant because they would still die after the twelfth month.” My grip tightened. I looked up, immediately expelling the tears building in my eyes.

"I was never meant to live, but I have something worth dying for—someone worth dying for—and that's everything to me. You being here means everything to me." Calix's shoulders shook as a sob hitched at his throat. He wiped at his face, and for a moment Kat thought he would argue, as he always did. But he didn't. He just looked at her with tears in his eyes. He was saying something, something she couldn't really hear. And he must have known it because he held her even closer and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Kat." The words were magic. She closed her eyes briefly, feeling them wash over her. What a lovely thing to hear. What a perfect last thing to hear.

A figure, whose legs I only saw got down from the car and walked towards me frantically. I struggled to keep my eyes open, my vision darkening as I began to surrender to the cold embrace of death. Soon, my sight faded into complete darkness, and the immense pain I had felt just moments ago disappeared. The last thing I heard was a voice saying, “You are not going to die, not yet.” But it was too late; death had already claimed me. And just like that, my life ended—all because I fell in love.

The remaining love I had for him vanished instantly. “How did you…?” Joseph looked at me in disbelief as he panicked. “How did I learn about it? Hmph!” I watched him quietly and laughed as I feigned indifference. Even so, I ended up crying. I exhausted myself to push him away and sobbed. “You guys got together on our ninth anniversary. On our tenth anniversary, you guys made love in the next room. Joseph, I’m not heartless. If you don’t love me, I won’t force you to either. Why did you have to humiliate me like that?!”

“We can get married today! I won’t let you down anymore! I’ll love you forever!” I felt my skin crawl, like disgusting cockroaches were climbing all over the hand he held. I broke away from his grip. “Marry you? I’d rather die!” Jonathan stared at me in disbelief. My heart raced, and I wanted to stab him in the chest. “I won’t blame you for being cold to me, but I hate you for not telling me about my parents’ deaths even after a whole year has passed! I hate you for turning me into the most despicable type of person in the world. I hate you for preventing my parents from resting in peace. I hate you for doing all those dirty and disgusting things! If I could, I’d do everything in my power to