Death Is My Bff Novels & Stories

he continued. "Peanut? Who is peanut?" I asked curiously "Oh..that's death, my nick name for him. Apparently were buddies now, " Edwin chuckled. "You're friends with death?" Anna asked bewildered. "What did I say Anna? Don't worry, yes I am friends with death seeing that I am now immortal and death is lacking on the friends equation. He only has a bunch of dead souls and his wife Amora, " he explained. Both Anna and I looked up at him in shock.

“Then you walked into my life and proved me wrong.” Before I could answer, Pestilence loudly cleared his throat. “If you two are done making the rest of us sick with all that romance…” War snorted into his beer. “…we’ve actually got something important.” Death sighed dramatically. “Can’t I have five minutes with my girlfriend?” “No,” Famine replied flatly. “You already had all night.” The entire clubhouse erupted into laughter. I buried my face against Death’s shoulder, groaning while he chuckled. “Traitors,” he muttered at his brothers.

I am the woman who handed Domenico the fuse and watched him refuse to light it, and I am running now to light it myself. My hands are steady. They are the steadiest part of me. The rest of me is shaking, a fine tremor that runs from my shoulders down to my knees, but my hands on the page are still. I read the code again. I read the initial. I read the date and the authorization line and the signature that ties Don Tobia Armenise to the death of his own nephew, and I close the ledger and hold it against my chest and I breathe.

03 May, 11:30 pm, I never thought something so heart-breaking will happen. I still can’t believe it. Ruby is like one of us and she meant a world to Caleb. He will never be the same person, ever again. Ruby is Chloe’s BFF. She is a sensitive girl who can’t bear a small thing. Soon Ruby’s funeral will happen without her body. No one can find her body. All we can see is ashes. The worst death ever. It should never happen to anyone. Her sweet voice is still ringing in my ear. One thing that makes me feel bad. If I could think of Caleb, he’s thinking he should have died instead of her. She saved for him and the others.

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.

After discovering that Jude Pearson was still in love with my stepsister Thalia Yates, I had already made up my mind to disappear from their lives. I reached out to my friend, Naomi Clarke, and started putting together a flawless fake-death plan. Just as we were finalizing the details, I caught the familiar scent of disinfectant—and there he was, Jude, walking in with a bouquet of roses. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled affectionately, asking, "What are you working on?"

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

“Maya, we know we were wrong. Please give us another chance.” “I came back only because this world is about to collapse. I don’t want innocent people dragged down by your obsession.” My gaze drifted to the lifeless body on the hospital bed, and my voice turned sharp with ridicule. “Stop deceiving yourselves. You think keeping her alive on machines and performing those useless rituals will wake her up? Maya Hayes is already dead. What’s lying there is nothing more than an empty shell kept alive by machines.”

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'

My best friend, Eleanor Fitzroy, and I both transmigrated into an era of turmoil, where we happen to become students of a legendary seer. I am born with an uncanny gift for divination. With nothing more than three coins, I can read the signs of fate and predict what is yet to come. Eleanor, meanwhile, possesses an extraordinary mind for strategy. She can decipher the most complex military tactics and, with a single formation of her own design, turn the tide against thousands of soldiers. After leaving Ravenvale, our mentor's secluded valley, we join forces to support the disgraced Seventh Prince, Alexander Wyndham, and help him rise to the throne. Alexander soon falls deeply in love wit