Even After Death Novels & Stories

The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains. Then he was lying in our home, calmly making his last phone call. "Hello, I'm dying. You can come now." With that, he cut his wrist. "Aryanna, I'm coming for you." But I turned around and went away, not looking at him. Another tiny grave had been added to the high green hill, and that little grave sat at the foot of the hill. We would never meet again.

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

Marveled at its beauty. "Life continues," River said, appearing beside her. "Even where death happened. Even where ending occurred. Even where nothing reclaimed something briefly. Life continues. Life persists. Life grows. That flower is Dawn's final gift. Dawn's last message. Dawn's eternal proof. Life continues. Love persists. Existence endures. Even after death. Even after loss. Even after grief. Beauty grows where pain existed. Hope blooms where despair lived. Life springs from death. That is the ultimate truth. The final proof. The eternal reality. Dawn knew this. Dawn believed this. Dawn died trusting this. And Dawn was right. Dawn is always right. Dawn

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

Beggar Present Death, the only part of our life already predicted from the moment our fetus is formed. The how’s, when and where’s may vary, but we all eventually die. Death is the finale of moments, only when that moment comes it’s a lasting moment. The one thing in our lives that is meant to last for eternity and even then, we aren't sure. What comes after death? Now that is debatable and depending solely on the one who is doing the answering.

Perfectly. Fifteen years after death. Forever into life. Death acknowledged. Life celebrated. Past honored. Present embraced. Future built. Finally. Completely. Perfectly. Forever. Rachel's grave remains. Elara's life continues. Both real. Both true. Both beautiful. And that's everything. Absolutely everything. Perfect.

"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.

Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim. I stepped forward.

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

SYNOPSIS Jorie thought she had the perfect life—a loving boyfriend, a loyal best friend, and a future she had sacrificed everything to build. Until betrayal sends her to her grave. Given a second chance five years before her death, Jorie decides this time she will live for herself. She'll keep her sweet smile, hide what she knows, and make the two people who ruined her life pay for every sacrifice she made. Then she meets Cassian Vale, her dangerously charming new boss. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Cassian seems determined to get closer to her. But just when Jorie begins falling for the one man who makes her feel safe, mysterious messages from someone who knows about her fi