Don't Bury Him Yet Novels & Stories

"Don't disrespect the dead." He covered his mouth with one hand, the other still wrapped around her. "Oops." "I think we should go get some flowers and galants. This stone is too plain." Fernando nodded. "And bland." "Very plain." "If you lovebirds are done, can we finally go get ready for a burial?" Lia chuckled and turned to look at Jane. "Yes. I don't think we should keep mum waiting any longer. It's bad enough that she was buried by strangers."

"He is not breathing. We have to bury him as soon as possible." My mind quickly processes her words. I stand up and straighten my body, ignoring the pain that racks through my very core. My breathing is now shallow but what disturbs me the most is that I don't have any idea where to bury this body. "This is not my territory, Rossella. Why don't you call Nico to come help us?" Rossella shakes her head solemnlyqq "I don't want him to get involved in this. Help me lift him up, I know where to bury him."

"I didn't see him when I took the soil." "Okay, it's okay. How about you bury him so that your heart can rest easily?" I said while giving him a small shovel. "Dig a small hole for him, bury him and mark his grave with a stone or anything that you can remember. You can also pray or sing for him." Shery nodded and took the shovel from my hand. I guided her to do the burial ceremony for the poor snail and David smiled proudly at us. "Where's Shane?" David asked while Shery was marking the snail's grave. "Why isn't he with you?"

“What makes you so sure she’s dead? How can you say that like you’re so certain?” “Because I am ,” he said quietly. “Then prove it,” I said. My heart was racing now. “Where is she buried?” Silence. Then he answered, cold and simple. “She wasn’t buried.” I froze. “What?” I whispered. “Her body was never found.” A short, sharp laugh left me before I could stop it. I shook my head. “Now you’re really messing with me,” I said. “So she’s dead, but not buried, but her body was never found? Do you even hear yourself, how are so sure she’s dead?”

“What’s going on, babe? Do you want me to come with you?” “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll be back soon. While I’m gone, make sure the wedding wraps up on a good note, alright?” With that, he strode over to Milo. “I’m coming with you to Elara’s funeral,” Lucian said, his tone firm. “I won’t believe a word of it until I see it for myself.”

He regarded me as if my statement pained him more than anything else could. “I didn’t involve you in this to see you become a casualty.” “You didn’t involve me in this at all.” The words hung in the air. My voice had steadied, yet my hands were clenched tightly at my sides. He looked at me for a long moment, then closed the distance between us. He didn’t touch me, but he leaned in close enough that his voice enveloped me like a noose. “I’ve buried too many people, Ciara. I will not bury you.”

“I swear to you, Cali. If he tries to touch you again… if he comes near you… I’ll bury him myself.” I didn’t argue. Because I wasn’t going to wait that long. Killian Vale had crawled out of the grave Burke dug for him. And I was going to be the one to put him back in it.

Calculating. Then he stood. “Get up.” I hesitated, but my legs obeyed before my mind caught up. I cradled Trevor’s body, but Zarek shook his head. “Leave him,” he said. A fresh wave of pain crashed over me. “No.” Zarek sighed. “You can bury him. Mourn him. And you can make sure his death isn’t for nothing.” I trembled. My fingers brushed Trevor’s cold cheek one last time. Then I laid him down gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Live well and take care of Mrs. Hades. Don't break her heart." With that, my soul began to fade and dissolve. I was at rest now, and she must not mourn me.

Together we were grieving like this sky and pouring out like this. " Boss, umbrella," one of them asked but I refused to take it. "Leave him," dad said to him. And in next few hours they buried her whole body inside the land and covered up with the soil. "No...No... Don't do that. Don't cover her up. Don't cover my Belle with soil. She will get suffocated. She will have problem breathing. She won't be able to move in there. Don't cover her. Let her out from that grave. Let my Belle out of that grave. She shouldn't be there. She should be with me, by my side. Don't bury my Belle in there," I shouted and tried to stop them but many of them caught me and didn't let me get out from their grip.