Even After Death Olivia Fordham Novels & Stories

Only in that hazy delirium could she forget my death,forget the blood on her hands. The Forbidden Fruit slowly eroded her vampiric power. Her strength faded. Her sanity unraveled. In the end, she died alone in a filthy, lightless alley. In the brief moment of clarity before her death,she remembered our childhood—how kind I had been to her. How I shared sweets with her, how I stayed by her side when she was afraid… She had a nightmare. But everything was already too late. When Julian heard of Olivia’s death,there was no expression on his face.

“Okay now I'm confused, Olivia is dead, she was Dead, I was right there the moment she died after giving birth, James was there, her husband was there, he was holding her hands while I took the crying baby out from the ward, I watched her give up the ghost before I left the ward together with the nurses, we even had a funeral for her, I saw her dead body in the coffin before she was laid to rest! So what are you telling me, how come? How is she no longer dead?“ “I will leave that as a mystery for you to solve, I think I've done a lot of talking already, too much of it in fact! Time for business!“ Flora said and then cat walked back to the car with James trailing behind him. They opened the c

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

She needed to survive her husband’s wrath, only then could he actually have the balls to beg for her forgiveness. He couldn’t her now. Not when his backing was probably six foot underground. “Dad….” Olivia croaked as he turned the knob. “Be safe, my little lily.” And with that, Charles Camden was out of sight. Olivia screamed as she plummeted to the ground. She wanted to die, more so she wanted to die by the one who she’d just betrayed. Marco stared at her, “Don’t resign to fate so easily. He’s not going to give you an easy death.”

Such a fool. She screams at him, begging. She knew what he was about to do and I did too; I had just come to terms with my form of death. And he did it- He pushed me down the stairs and, "Yaraaaaa!!!!" Was the last thing I heard before becoming unconscious.

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

“Olivia is dead.” “What!” Freya screeched. “How? When?” Marcus shook his head as he said, “I only know that she was found near the river.” “That makes no sense,” Freya said with shocked wistfulness. “We need to go,” Marcus said as he gently took her by the elbow and guided her to the door. “Where?” she meekly asked. “She’s in a back room at the lodge,” he said with an apologetic tone. “Does she only have you or are there parents to call?”