Don't Bury Him Yet Novels & Stories

In my previous life, my Alpha mate buried me and my daughter alive as sacrifices to resurrect his first love. After being reborn, I personally took everything from him and sent him to hell! … Serafina Pike heard my words and grabbed Ethan Horn's arm while sobbing. "Ethan, since the Luna refuses, let's not force her. It's not her responsibility, after all."

I heard mom's voice. "We can't celebrate yet until we are done burying him." Jason said, unease laced his words. It seemed like he was still having double mind about what he saw. And what? They were trying to bury me alive? Well, they sure didn't know I was alive, but even at that, that's cruelty of the highest order. "He's as good as buried already. We just have to dig up a hole and bury him there. There's not much work in that. The main work was sending Aliyah out of the house and we have successfully done so. It's not like anything could stop us from burying him."

"I don't know. But we need to find out about it. I guess principal Rose and Principal Dorothea might have an answer. I mean, of course we don't know this guy. I think they might." I have nothing to say or object. I just nod and agree with him. "But, shouldn't we bury him. I feel sorry for him." I felt sorry seeing how frozen his body was. His fingers were curled up, his skin was as hard as concrete. He suffered a lot. "You're right Reno. Let's bury him.” ………. ………. ………… ……….. …………. ……….. …………. ……….. …….. ………… ……………. …………… …….

"I don't want to die. I can't die!" Digby slowly reached for the shovel. "Digby, don't you dare!" Marshall screamed. "I paid you well. I gave you a good life!" "Sorry, Mr. Gray," Digby said as he grabbed the handle. "I'm not ready to die." Gina crawled toward Marshall in panic. "Marshall, save me! Please, save me!" Marshall kicked her away. "Get lost! This is all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here!"

"James, the company is loaded, so there's no need to be so petty. After all, we did love each other at one point. I'm begging you not to be so cruel to us. "I really do love you. I had come back with the only intention of being with you." James couldn't bear to look at Sophia's pathetic and lowly self for a second longer. "Sophia, if your ex hadn't gone bankrupt, would you have come back?" Sophia crumpled to the floor. "James, I do love you." "Hand them over to the authorities. Let the law deal with them." "No, James. Don't do this to me, please!"

“Or maybe I'm just too tired of being blamed for things I know nothing about!” His eyes bored into mine like he was trying to pull answers I didn't have straight from my skull. He flexed his jaw then he exhaled through his nose like he was trying not to explode. “For your sake, I hope this isn't an act.” I didn't say anything. I was tired, physically and emotionally. I could feel my body threatening to break down but I held on to whatever strength I had left. Silence passed between us and Tristan spoke. “we will be burying our dead at dusk.” His voice had dropped an octave, sounding more composed but even I could see the worry written all over him. “You should be there.”

“We need him alive. Information. All of it.” Donga spat blood and glared at me as I stepped closer. “There she is. The little bitch.” I didn’t flinch. “You made me a ghost,” I said, voice quiet but steady. “Now I’m the one who’s going to bury you.” He smirked. “You think this ends with me? There are worse things coming, girl.” “Then we’ll burn them, too.”

Pausing at the entrance, he turned back with a bitter smile. "Jess… where is Mom buried? Please, just tell me. I really want to see her…" I shoved him outside. "No. I don't want you disturbing her." Then I slammed the door shut, cutting off that face I could no longer bear to look at. My tightly clenched fists finally loosened. If I let him stay any longer, I might have actually slapped him. Mike lingered outside for a long time before finally leaving. I didn't see him again after that.

"Maybe what It wanted was to remind us what was at stake." Red stood up. "Has Chris been buried yet?" Tarloh shook his head. "Not yet." "Let's do it," she replied. "We'll bury the man who was our friend and then maybe celebrate what he . . . what all of us . . . fought for."

She handed the phone to him and said, "I've given you all my money. I don't need it. I don't even know if I'll ever have the chance to be free again in this life. Haward had a fight with the James family a long time ago. I'm not sure where he's buried now. Could you help me check? If you find him, could you bury him next to my parents? He took good care of me. I'm sure my parents will treat him well. If one day I die, please find a way to bury me beside my parents. It's okay if you can't do it. I won't blame you." Reuben didn't take his phone back, instead, he looked at Eli with his burning gaze.