Even After Her Death Novels & Stories

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.

But who would have thought there would be so many complications behind this? Especially now that she was dead. Facing Cedric's sharp and icy eyes, Rebecca tried to steady her mind and maintain a calm tone. "Ced, she's already dead. Do you want her to haunt you for the rest of your life?" Enough! It was really enough. After so many years, couldn't he let go even after her death?! Do they still have to eat and sleep together even after death? What the hell was this? If this got out, what would people think?

"Why in battle? Tyce, what aren’t you telling me? You're obviously dodging the question. This is like when a woman asks her boyfriend if he thinks she's fat!" I hesitated, not sure how to start to tell her. "Please tell me, Tyce. I can handle it! I think." Her eyebrows drew together and anxiety emanated from her. I let out a deep breath. "Your wolf—well, she obviously died and went away for a long time. And I don’t exactly know what happens after death, but it obviously changed her." "Changed her how?" I sighed. "That’s how she looks—like she died and came back."

He’s in his dead corpse, walking among the living. “My beautiful Bella, even life after death, I couldn’t let you go.” His white hands cupped her gorgeous face. Bella gasped at his cold touch. She could see his blue veins showing on his pale hands. “I came, looking for you.” He leaned closer to her. “Even after I die, I still came back for you.” Bella gasped. “Bella, I miss you.” “You’re-You’re mad.” “Humph. You didn’t come!” His hand tilted her face to him.

The woman she had spent her entire life believing was dead. Was finally calling her. To Be Continued...

family that was about to embark on a fresh new life. A life without me in it. They didn't know that day was exactly the seventh day after my death.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Still alive. I stood over her, looking down at the woman who'd once been my wife. The woman I'd loved, used, and destroyed. The woman who'd somehow clawed her way back from death to haunt me. "You should have stayed gone," I said quietly. Her eyes fluttered but didn't open. A soft moan escaped her lips. I knelt beside her, studying her face. Even unconscious, even bloodied and broken, there was something defiant about her. Something that refused to surrender.

As soon as her back hit the mattress, she scrambled into a sitting position, her eyes glazed and bloodshot. "I saw them," she slurred, her voice thick with pain. She sounded as if she was about to cry, her mouth almost pouting as if holding back the tears. "I saw Damien. And Victoria. They were... they were still together. Even after I died. Even after he buried me like trash, he went back to her." She let out a dry, jagged laugh that sounded more like a sob. "They didn't even care I was gone. They just kept going. Like I never existed."

she expressed and chuckled sadly. “I can imagine. But what happened to her? She doesn’t look like someone fighting a disease or something,” I said, curiosity taking the highest form of me. “She wasn’t ill. She died in my dad’s arms after she…” Nevaeh declared and she fell asleep. My eyes popped out of their sockets. Died in Hudson’s arms? How? Did he kill her?

"And you?" "I think it's the same for me as it was before I died." She gave a shrug, as though the trauma of death and a supernatural revival into a new life was no big deal. But he felt the tension inside of her and neither one of them had ever addressed this so frankly.