Es Death Novels & Stories

"Oh look, it's Mr. Deaf." Mr. De–? My eyes widened involuntarily as it finally sunk in. And I saw it. I saw my life flashing right in front of me. I saw my own obituary. Isabelle Kimberly Greene, plunged straight to her death when fiance threw her off his private plane. May her soul rest in peace. Ultimate go figure. It's settled. I'm officially dead. Feeling the weight of his glare

If this continued, something might happen to Thomas, and he would die. Such terrible conditions persisted, from day to night and night to day. Two days passed, but Thomas still did not show any improvement. His complexion became extremely dark, and he was dying. Finally, early in the morning of the third day, Thomas took his last breath and passed away. He had left the world of the living. The God of War died miserably for no reason. News of Thomas’ death filled the headlines of all newspapers, and the people in Celandine City mourned his death.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.

"Come home, sweetheart. I'll make your favorite lemonade fried chicken." In my previous life, my grandmother, who'd spent her days quietly in the countryside, somehow found out my death. She mourned for a long time, fell ill, and her health never recovered. She passed away not long after. As soon as I got off the bus, she hurried over and took the luggage from my hands. "Come on," she said cheerfully. "Let's go home. The lemonade fried chicken is ready." The small house wasn't much to look at, but it held every piece of my childhood.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

She still had lots of things she had not done yet. "Why? Why did you die?" She questioned herself as her eyes misted. She could not believe she had died and not long ago, she was celebrating her victory for escaping death meanwhile she was already dead. Her beloved fans would be really sad, top star May Edwards was already dead. "Why?" She bawled out. "Lady Audree, what is wrong with you? Please, don't cry." The young lady tried to console her although she had no idea why she suddenly started crying.

Someone's POV ‘Death, an irreversible cessation of all vital functions a human body has. A permanent stoppage of the heart's beat. Sighing of last breath. Not being able to wake up the next morning. Unable to see how the sun rose. A reality humans fear to encounter; poor souls.’ Elle yawned as she thought to herself, tapping the table, boredly staring nowhere. From time to time, her eyes would caught a glimpse of the doctor who was scrolling on her background profile.