Deathly Synonym Novels & Stories

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

I could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded. Tina was scared and upset. She sat beside my body and asked, "Mommy, are you… dead? Aunt Alice told me that death means turning into stone. A dead person also can't talk anymore. "Mommy, can you please not turn into stone? I don't want you to turn into stone. I will be a good girl. I won't be bad. Mommy, can you please not die?" I reached out and tried to console her by patting her on the head. "I'm sorry, Tina. It's all my fault. I can't take care of you anymore. You must be strong and take good care of yourself, okay?"

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.

Leaving me silent, leaving me in shock and most definitely, leaving me dead inside. The physical pain is something I can bear, but the feeling inside is overwhelming.

“And yet I am the evil one” “Damn right you are,” I said with gritted teeth. “You have caused Lindsay so much pain” “And I presume you can make her happy?” he scoffed. “You can’t even make yourself happy” “You don’t know anything about me” “And yet I am your brother?” “you stopped being my brother when you fucking killed Ana” I exhaled sharply. “people like you are meant to rot in hell” “And it is the opposite for you?” he snickered.

Her heart started aching again, she missed them so much and wished they'd just magically appear and tell her that they weren't dead and were there to take her back but it was impossible. They were dead and they were gone very far away from where she was. She had no one to turn to, no one to help her, she was all alone in her world with no one to turn to . She wished Derek had just killed her rather than going through the pain and suffering of always remembering that her parents were dead and her life a living hell

I set my plate on the counter next to me before I focused my attention closer to the screen trying to hear every detail. "The death of the two was a very brutal and fatal murder and America's hearts and prayers go out to the families who lost an amazing member." The blonde spoke before I clicked off the t.v "Mom this has to be Justin or Dylan, one of them. If not, both" I said as I paced back and forth. "We're not absolutely positive." She defended.

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

An untraceable phantom known only as Ghost. Every target assigned to Ghost had ended up dead with a single, surgical puncture to the heart. No alarms tripped. No forensic evidence left behind. A true myth. Five years ago, the underworld partner I had been trading logistics networks with was murdered overnight, and rumors whispered that Ghost had been the weapon. Then, the assassin vanished completely from the grid, leaving the name to gather dust in the archives of the syndicate wars. I opened my eyes, my gaze shifting to the rear-view mirror.

Francisco's response was swift and cold, his tone betraying a hint of bitterness at her rejection. "You should die," Hazel's words were laced with venom as she gritted her teeth, her desperation fueling her resolve to break free from his grasp. Francisco chuckled at her threat, his amusement sending a shiver down Hazel's spine as she braced herself for his chilling response. "If I die, I will take you with me.” Francisco's words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he held over Hazel's life. She struggled against his hold, her mind racing with fear and desperation as she sought a way to break free from his suffocating grasp.