Digging My Grave Novels & Stories

With a snarl of determination, I kicked harder, clawing the dirt away from me until I managed to push my head free of it and sucked down a shuddering breath of relief. I coughed and heaved as I pressed my cheek against the cool earth, still half buried beneath it. I suddenly lacked the energy to go on as a wave of dizziness hit me again. My wolf hounds me to stay awake. She sounds so optimistic, encouraging me not to relent now. The pale light of the moon falls through the trees, surrounds me as I slowly crack my eyes open. The gentle howling of wolves somewhere calls out to me. I groan, finally managing to drag my feet free of the shallow grave my ex boyfriend had decided to bury me in.

"Empty? What do you mean?" “Help me dig.” “What?! Are you out of your mind –“ I ignore him and start digging with my bare hands, my fingertips scraping against the coarse soil. Jonathan hesitates for a moment before reluctantly joining in the effort. “Dig the grave she says,” he mutters under his breath. “Next thing she’ll be asking to raise the dead.” “Shut up, Jonathan.” We dig. And as we delve into the soil, the mystery surrounding the empty tomb becomes more and more pronounced until we unearth everything…and find nothing.

I held his head up in my arms. “Rocco…!” I wailed. My heart was heavy. I just lost my family again. The family cherished me like their own. Why does everything go against me? Then it started pouring rain. I stood up and went inside. I saw the grandma on the floor. Tears continued streaming down my cheeks as I stared at her. I was dripping from the rain pour. My clothes were already stained with mud. The dirt on my face was washed off by the rain. I sighed, wiping away my tears. I dashed off into the kitchen and brought out a shovel. I went back outside and began digging the ground at the back of the hut. It took me the whole night to dig a grave big enough to contain both of them. When I was

I muttered, pressing my fingertips to his chest to nudge him. He didn’t move far. Just enough for half a step. “You know you’re not alone in that hole,” he said, nearly flat. “If someone’s digging, I’m the one dragging them in first.” I rolled my eyes toward the water instead of his face. “So romantic. A grave for two.” “Romantic is relative.”

My heart began to beat faster as I walked past the sea of graves I usually hate. I reached the sharp corner of the direction leading to my father’s grave. My heart skipped a bit as I locked eyes on my father’s grave. The gravedigger was seated on it with his legs spread wide apart in the air. He was naked. Completely naked. His mouth fell open as he locked his eyes with mine. I swallowed hard before my eyes trailed below. His index finger was sliding in and out of his pinkish goddamn hole. My cock throbbed.

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"

Before he has a chance to react, I grab him, dragging him out of the booth and pinning him to the ground. “Hold him down,” I bark, and two men rush over, keeping him restrained. He struggles, his curses muffled by the dirt. We break the lock on the gate, the sound of the chain snapping echoing into the night. I lead the team inside, my boots crunching against the gravel path. It’s clear which grave we need—the massive sculpture of Prince’s grandfather looms like a monument to arrogance and power. “Start digging,” I command, pointing at the grave. The men groan but get to work, shovels biting into the earth. The sound of metal against dirt fills the air as the hole deepens. Time drags, and sw

The one that made my Beta look at me like I'd lost my mind completely. "We need to dig up Dove's grave," I said. The silence that followed was the longest five seconds of my life. "You want to do what?" "You heard me." "Sebastian, that's..." "I know how it sounds. Just do it. Quietly. No one must know." So, here I am. Standing like a statue, watching as two of my most trusted guards dig up a grave that hasn’t been touched in years. The moon casts long shadows across the cemetery, the air is cold enough to sting, and every creak of the shovel against earth feels like a personal betrayal.

"I'm only doing this for the good of the Thornton family. You should never have lived this long. The past 23 years were more than enough for you, right?" Half an hour later, Wayne finished digging the hole and walked over. He stood above me with malicious glee in his eyes. "Burn in hell!" Wayne hissed. He then bent down and lifted me up before tossing me into the hole. I felt my body sink into the earth. Cold, hard dirt was then scattered back into the hole and around me. The soil soon buried me completely. Grandma stood beside the hole and quietly looked at my grave. A look of turmoil appeared in her eyes for a moment.

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.