Dying Stories Novels & Stories

she demanded. If I explained, would she believe me? I had explained myself countless times before. But every single time, she thought I was just making excuses. All it ever did was push her closer and closer to Irving. I gave a hollow smile, my voice tinged with a quiet sense of resignation. "Either way, I've lost everything. I might as well die." The color drained from Natalia's face. She grabbed my collar tightly, and there seemed to be tears shimmering in her eyes.

"He wants to negotiate." "Yes." "Tell his lawyer that Damien Voss does not negotiate with people who tried to have him killed," Damien said, and went back to his documents. Marcus allowed himself the smallest possible smile. "Yes sir." He left. I watched Damien go back to reading like the conversation had not happened, like a man casually declining a dinner invitation rather than refusing to bargain with someone who had put him in a hospital bed for seven months, and something settled in me, deep and solid, like a foundation being laid.

The stars shimmered above, familiar now. I lit a candle and whispered a name I hadn’t in weeks. “Vareya.” No answer came. But the flame flickered toward the North. And I knew: Some stories never die. They wait. And when they return… We must be ready.

I have to stay strong Just to be safe, I start to recite stories my mother used to tell me when I was smaller -just before she died. These are the stories and lullabies that I will never get to share with my child. Oh my child, who just died out of wickedness from another. Sometimes my situation is so overwhelming that I just scream until my throat is tears. The stone walls absorb everything, giving nothing back but a reminder that I am locked up in this hell

With tears in his eyes, he looked up and almost yelled, “Moon, it’s me! Why won’t you see me? I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. “Can you come back to me? You’ve left me all alone. What am I supposed to do? “Moon, please don’t leave me!” … Suddenly, Nathan lost all rationale and ran toward the incinerator. It looked like he wanted to die with me. Fortunately, the butler pulled him back just in time. “Mr. Clinton, please calm down! Clinton Corporation still needs you!” Nathan was heartbroken, and he coughed up blood. I felt conflicted.

Paul ordered Keith and walked towards the counter. “DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY YOU OLD MAN!” “How dare you talk to me like that! Get out of my shop right now!” Mr. Paul exploded. “Shut up!” Keith pushed Mr. Paul, his head hit on the side counter and he died on the spot. “OH NO! WHAT HAVE I DONE! Mr. Paul! Mr. Paul!!!!” Keith was sweating and shaking when he realized that he had killed Mr. Paul. Keith rushed out of the shop and ran home because he knew everyone would doubt on him if he stayed there.

The three looked with childlike fear at the storyteller all at once. “Rumor has it that Christie Claricel and Dean Ramos were not suicides but were actually killed by a psycho faculty member—or a staff, who knows—at Van Duke. And see how they died exactly a year apart? They say they were killed and sacrificed to some demon that has its dominion in our town.” “Oh please! It’s just another excuse for them not to invest in mental health,” nagged Isa. Alyssa raised her shoulders, “Bet you it’s Mrs. Marcel. She always rubbed me the wrong way.”

While in bed I had a strange dream which woke me up instantly only to find myself in a four squared white room with all kinds of machines on me . Finally seeing my swollen eye lid begin to open with blurry images ,I heard mom whisper a prayer before finally asking a question."Do you need water ?"she asked before passing a glass to me . "Am I going to die?"I asked.The unshead tears in mother's eyes fiercely run down upon hearing this . "Of course not honey I'll do everything to save your life. " "Mum I don't want to die, I'm too young, I don't want to ,I just can't leave." "It's ok dear you're not going to die . "

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!' This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this! This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel. Thank you for reading to the end. Credits go to my best friend Lily for creating the amazing front cover! She's an amazing writer too, go support her on Wattpad! Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs.