Novel & Cerita Death Writing

I fall to my knees and double over for a second as the vision of Hugo fills my mind. In a flash, Doze is next to me. “I felt it too when my old man died. It should pass quicker for you because your wolf wasn’t really attached to him. Their souls never bonded,” he explains. I grunt and try to push to my feet but a wave of nausea hits me. “Just sit tight for a minute, I’m gonna get the hose,” he says, as I throw myself on my back. The feeling is like a bad leg cramp all over my whole body and for a moment, I can’t move.

He cupped my face as I frowned. “Death is the exception to that though, my love. No one can outrun death. We all die someday. It’s just part of the natural order of life... Stars die. Flowers die. People die. It’s sad I know but death has to happen so birth can happen. It’s just a cycle and we are all in that never-ending loop. I hope my death is really far off in the future but if something were to happen to me, you have been such a beautiful star in the night sky for me. It shines so brightly through the darkness.” He smiled lovingly as I kept crying.

“So it’s your brother’s show tonight?” “Yep. We’re very proud.” “I’ve got tickets. I’m taking my mum.” “Oh, that’s nice.” “Yeah. I’m not a mama’s boy or anything. She just gets lonely since my dad died.” “That’s sweet. I’ve got to go. Maybe I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight!” Reed called as I headed for the pharmacy. “You idiot.” I heard the other cop say. “Just ask her out.” “The cop has been flirting with you for a year.” Carol the Pharmacist said.

The news reached major media channels since the victims were wealthy and influential. The news broke down the Harrison's household and extended family, friends and business partners. Mr. Harrison was a philanthropist so every lives he had touched really cried for his demise. Mary lamented for their death as if they were her parents because they treated her like family when they were alive.

I cut them off with a shout, "WHAT IS THIS EXACTLY?!" El sighed, "It's nothing." "I know about D.A.C already." I sighed, "What's more to know?" El gulped, "Nothing." "Just say it." He sighed, "People involve with the corporation tend to die." "Stop being overdramatic." I reasoned out, "Everyone's going to die someday; no one lives forever." "What I mean is that people tend to die earlier than the year they should die." He shrugged, "It's a fact."

Today something interesting happened. I died. How awful, they’ll say. How tragic. And she was so young, with everything ahead of her. There will be an article in the paper about how I burned too bright and died too young. My funeral will be small…a few weeping friends, some sniffling neighbors and acquaintances. How they’ll clamor to comfort my poor husband, Gray. They’ll promise to be there for our daughter as she grows up without me. So sad, they’ll say to each other. What was she thinking?

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

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.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Nathan knelt down, carefully gathering every last bit with his hands and gently placing them into the urn Jake had paid an exorbitant amount of money for. For the first time, Nathan, who was always strong and composed, held the urn in his arms, his eyes reddening. He whispered my name over and over. I curled my lips into a sneer. "Oh, this is just the beginning. You will be crying a lot more soon," I thought. Under Jake's urging, Nathan finally returned to the estate with my ashes. On the way, Jake told him the truth about my death. "Ms. Bartlett died from the pain of her illness. She suffered until she couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't sick as long as her sister, but because her conditio