Death Is My Bff Novels & Stories

Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and Mom lost her mind. They sold the villa and lived in that dark basement, spending their days guarding my portrait in the filth. And every year on my birthday, two aged figures would always appear at the cemetery by the seaside without fail. They would kneel before a joint grave, weeping uncontrollably while staring at the tombstone bearing both my name and Katrina's name. And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife."

I did not know how long I lay there. Time felt different after death. I could no longer feel the cold marble beneath me, but I could still see the foyer, the blood on the floor, and Adrian standing above my body as if he were waiting for me to give up the act. Death had taken my voice and left me only enough awareness to watch what came after. Adrian did not call for help right away. “Enough, Evelyn,” he said, pale but stubborn. “Your parents will be here in the morning. Stop this now.”

I will pay you extra credits. I lean against the cold concrete wall, a satisfied smirk curving my lips. Business is booming. [Death God - Rea]: No problem at all, sweetie! Just let me know when you need an extraction. Also, have a wonderful time with your boyfriend. [Venus - Chloe]: There is no wonderful time...My boyfriend...he's dead... I stare at the screen for two full seconds. Well, damn. That escalated quickly. [Death God - Rea]: Oh...my condolences.

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

"Come home, sweetheart. I'll make your favorite lemonade fried chicken." In my previous life, my grandmother, who'd spent her days quietly in the countryside, somehow found out my death. She mourned for a long time, fell ill, and her health never recovered. She passed away not long after. As soon as I got off the bus, she hurried over and took the luggage from my hands. "Come on," she said cheerfully. "Let's go home. The lemonade fried chicken is ready." The small house wasn't much to look at, but it held every piece of my childhood.

This encourages me. "Sister, thank you. If it wasn't for you, I would have taken my life a long time ago." my language, Why is this happening in my life? It's just bad luck, am I really not going to be happy anymore? When will I see the light of day again? It seems like I've been like this forever. And only death will punctuate my misery. Evening "Dymon, I would like to say hello to my parents. Can I be allowed to see them even for a moment?" I dared to say goodbye to Dymon, but he looked at me sharply.

(Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye. Na jaane kab zindagi ki aakhri shaam aa jaye, Main to intezaar karta hu kisi aise waqt ka, Ki meri zindagi mere dost ke kaam aa jaye. (Who knows, when the death is near Who knows, the last evening of our life comes I am just waiting for the time that That my life would be useful for my any friend) **** Mehfil bhi royegi, har dil bhi royega

Now I know the truth behind her death Isabella didn't commit sucide it was Handy that killed her. Oh God Handy killed my best friend. I look around me weeping silently as I felt the adrenaline on my body popping out in fear. Handy is a devil he killed my pregnant friend I will surely take Vengeance on him no matter what