Death Invitation Novels & Stories

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

She was going to have a field day on A****n picking out super amazing stuff for Dino. Meredith looked up at Brayden’s smile. It was warm and satisfying as though he had just been wrapped in the warmest, softest blanket and given the best cup of hot chocolate in existence and told he could make a wish and it had come true. She may not like this man in front of her but his smile was captivating and looked delicious. For some reason she wanted to taste it. Just for a fleeting moment she had a desire to taste him. She shook her head and remembered what he wished for, her. His wish had come true. She had agreed. And for some reason she felt the need to repeat it. “I agree to My Death Contract.” A

The chatting nurses were all startled. The one whose hand Damon had grabbed was just about to get angry, but the moment she met Damon’s icy gaze, her courage crumbled. “We don’t know the full details either. We only heard that a young girl died in the operating room of the Blythes’ private hospital. If you’re interested, you can go take a look. The police are also investigating her identity.” After speaking, she seemed to recognize who Damon was and gave him a smile.

The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and called Nathan. There was no answer. Willow, still panting and clutching the door frame for support, stammered helplessly, "H-how did Ms. Bartlett die? What should I do?" Jake exhaled deeply before asking Willow to keep trying to contact Nathan. He methodically contacted the funeral home and the doctor. He had to find out how I died and how long I had been dead so he could give Nathan an explanation.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

Out on the horizon, the sky slowly started turning pale. Sunrise was coming. "Heidi," I said without looking back, "promise me something." "Anything." "If I die, don't give me a funeral. Scatter my ashes in the ocean. I want... to be free. Go wherever I want." Her voice shook. "Rowan—" "Promise me." "...I promise." I smiled. "Thanks." The countdown hit zero. A notification rang through my mind. [Mission failed. Erasure protocol initiated.] I closed my eyes and waited for the end.

The memory answers before she can stop it. Her back against the concrete pillar. The dead closing in. One hand pressed to her bleeding arm. The bag gone. Dex gone. No rescue. No miracle. Just her, laughing once because of course this was how it ended, because if she had known betrayal came with this much paperwork she would have asked for a receipt. She had still tried to get up. Even then. Especially then. “That’s a flattering way to say I died stubborn.” It was a statistically significant death. A laugh escapes her before she can catch it. Small. Ugly. Almost nothing.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

In the end, it was jealousy that destroyed her and the lives of everyone around her. But it was far too late. She never got the chance to apologize to Mom and Dad before she passed away. When Edwin heard she was gone, he didn't even lift his head. It was as if he had been told about the death of a stranger. But Mom and Dad completely fell apart. Dad, who might have had six months to live, died immediately. Mom, unable to endure the pain any longer, threw herself off a building not long after. The once-bustling house was reduced to silence, with only Edwin left behind.