Death In Paradise Novels & Stories

“I hate the way you joke about your end, as if death were just another one of your mistresses.” “I have only one mistress,” he countered, his tone calm yet threaded with truth. “And she’s the only one who makes me fear death.” His gaze drifted for a moment, as though each memory made him feel alive. “But at the same time, she’s the one who teaches me to accept it,” he added, a faint smile touching his lips. “Because if I die in this world, I’ll die in peace, having known paradise while I was still on earth.” Before Seraphina could reply, the door opened again, and Élodie entered with a file in her hands, her expression dimmed, as if defeat were etched into every line of her face.

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave.

"She died on the observation deck. She was protecting the southern ritual node so Sage could break the connection. She fought until the very end." I felt Kira’s gaze on me, a silent thank you. We had reached a silent agreement in the SUV. The secret of Cassidy’s coercion, the shame of her double life, would die with her. To the world, and to the history books Sage would eventually write, Cassidy would remain the hero who died for her pack.

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.

"This is our store's most treasured piece—the Pink Heart. Only one exists in the world. It's perfect for the woman you cherish most." Blake glanced at it casually. The pink diamond was dazzling. It really did suit Rosie. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Wrap this one up." "Mrs. Henderson will surely be very happy to receive this necklace," the sales assistant flattered as she packaged it. However, at that moment, the television was broadcasting the live coverage of the funeral of the young Mrs. Henderson. On the screen, Sarah stood solemnly in the center of the mourning hall, dressed entirely in black. When Blake saw this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning as his mind went bl

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

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.

But whenever I close my eyes, a loop of memories hit me and as if I had less nightmares to live, Levi’s face added as a dressing on the top. My body functions on medicines and, a smile is pasted on my face, because I see Phoenix struggling to put life into the star he loves. A star that has long fallen and crashed like a meteor ruining human lives. It's been three months and we haven’t heard from Levi or his subordinates for that matter, which means that he is dead--- murdered by a force called Grace. I find it hard to believe that a bullet killed him and, in the end, it turned out that he was indeed a human. I no longer fight because I now know, I was the

"Or is it peace? No more fighting. No more choosing. No more manipulation. Just existence. Simple. Pure. Eternal. Many would call that paradise." "I call it hell." I back away. Even though there's nowhere to back to. "I chose death to end. To stop. To finish. Not to exist forever in nothing. That's not death. That's immortality without purpose. That's worse than everything I was running from." "Then what do you want?" Death asks. "True ending? Complete erasure? Absolute nothing? I can give you that. I can make you stop existing. Stop being aware. Stop being Aurora. Forever. Permanently. Really and truly dead. Is that what you choose?"

A waterfall quickly flowed down upon her cheeks but not for long when there suddenly was a blinding light that quickly sent her head into a world of trance. Her figure was bathed in a white light that slightly made her skin glow. Right now, the only thing she could think of was a place called Paradise — a place which she was told that all sanctified souls dwelled after death, including her parents. Her unruly heart willingly jumped out to her throat when she thought of finally meeting with her 'rents — a chance to finally put her heart to rest.