Death Invitation Novels & Stories

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

she says. “ That has to come special, I want our wedding night to be special, I want to undress you in front of the mirror, take you to bed, make you feel like a queen “ he says as he moves his fingers in and out, the pleasure had taken over Evelyn that she didn’t even hear every of what her husband was saying to her. Evelyn mom and her father stood discussing. “ By this time of Wednesday the news of her death would fill the headlines” her mother says.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

Baton's POV I wiped the spit from my face and gunned the engine. As the car tore through the night, I called my Beta, Kane. "I want a full report on Draven Vance's death! Now!" I roared. "And find out what the River Shore Pack is up to!" "Yes, Alpha!" Twenty minutes later, Kane called back. "Alpha... Draven Vance committed suicide outside the medical center last night." Kane's voice was tense. "A silver dagger through the heart."

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Then at 10:22pm. "David Blackham pronounced dead at 10:04pm. Cause under investigation." Linda texted immediately after: “Don’t celebrate. Don’t post. Don’t say anything. Wait for the death certificate.” All lies. David didn’t die quietly. David didn’t die at all. David would crawl out of a grave just to ruin one more day of mine. Knock at the door again. Three times. Real this time. On the actual door. Not a text this time around.

She murmured before opening her laptop and starting to type whatever came to her mind first. Alice first talked about Van, which was the freshest in her memory at the moment. In her opinion, he was one of the most unfortunate. The man died at twenty three in contrast with everyone else who died in their 28th year. Alice didn’t really know the reason why Elijah killed him earlier, but it might be the most humane he had ever been. Van had lost his sanity after an encounter with vampires, and he had suffered enough because of that. From the people’s clothing, she assumed that he had lived around the 1500s, making him one of the oldest life she remembers.

The only person who was holding on was Melanie. "Don't tell me you're abandoning your brother, Autumn are you that selfish." Melanie said. "Selfish? Melanie I have a family here, people are going to die, I have a family to look after, my grandparents and my..." Melanie cut her short, "And what? Autumn there are only three deaths, the people who die naturally, the people who commit suicide and the people who's lives are forcefully taken from them, we are Diviners, and our job is to help those who lost their way find their way back, and for some reason the gates of Heaven are almost shut meaning no one goes to the afterlife and you're concerned about your life, tell me this, what will you do o

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke