Novelas y relatos de Even After Her Death

Ace clapped her hands. " Impressive but not too much. Legends cease to exist the moment the hero dies right?" All three gazed at her morbid look. They knew her pretty well, that's what it is. Like what she said after the encounter with Hailey, in her first undercover-disguised as a man. 'No one lived after the casualty'.

The thoughts that she had drowned and came to the afterlife caused her feet to wobble. She was dead, she was already dead and her Dad had come to welcome her to the hereafter. Oh, no! She was not supposed to die, she was not supposed to die yet. She still had lots of things she had not done yet.

"I-i can't. I…" I rubbed her back. "It's alright. You don't need to say anything." As her daughter walked ahead with weak steps to give her speech, Mrs. Harrison leaned against me, bursting into a silent sob. It surprised me how her love for her husband didn't die even after so many years of living together. They only grew strong together. And now that he was gone, she was left alone with a broken heart and sorrow. All she wanted was to meet the love of her life again in the afterlife.

The death she was rejoicing had finally come to hurt her. “If the Channeller is gone, does that mean—” She didn't answer her father, instead she took one last look at the Gamama's lifeless body on the bed and stepped out to the people still waiting outside. “Tonight, a soul departs from us!” She announced it to them. “We have lost one of us, a strong pillar. The Channeller is gone but she will always remain in our hearts.” She could hear them ask for the Heir.

Since then, the house has become deserted and haunted in Libya. There was even a rumour that the house always came to life at night and always called people in their dreams. It was said that the spirit of the woman still exists in the house, and it always craved blood and human organs. Nonetheless, I don't believe any of this shit. I believe that after death, there is judgement, just like our pastor always said. But that also raised another question in my heart. If the bible says it is judgement after death, then how was it possible for me to find my spirit in another realm? Perhaps all the rumours about the house are true after all I have seen and gone through.

I added. I heard him sigh. ”Like grandma, she lived with no regrets. She lived so well, and I know even in her last moments, she lived her life to the fullest. ” I said with a slight smile while looking at her happy face in the front. Her smile never changes. And that death of her is like a premonition on what’s for the future. When she was there still living, she’s like a bridge for both of us. But now that she’s gone, a huge plot twist happened that we didn’t expect.

Her delicate, lively voice always sang to me in the loveliest hum while she caressed me with her warm kisses ; "You will always be my best decision, Krystal!" She was a single mother working as a waitress in a fancy five-star restaurants. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but I feel her death is somehow connected to it. The gray faces at her burial stare back at me, their mouths move in sympathy; "poor child…!" You see how cruel time is, one's memory of one's loved one is buried and lost in the voids of time. "Who's going to take care of her? She has no one!" Some other voices respond. A bunch of blurry faces stare back at me. My eyes are red and flooded with sorrow and tears.

I could say that it's another kind of death, but she has probably been through every single type and been the cause of various instances of death of different people in her lifetime—death by fire, by crushing, by other things, and deaths that just happened because of her and a misjudgment of the situation. She has been through it all, and so she definitely understands. Is she depressed now? I question myself internally, looking straight up at her and seeing the determined glint in her eyes. She's right—if she's still alive, then it's not time for her to go yet. She has simply come to accept death and understand that it's the cause of things. People die, and she will die in the end, but until

The informant, still trembling like a leaf in the wind, continued his explanation. “After the battle, they confirmed her death… they had already arranged her funeral and lowered her coffin into the grave, but just as they were about to cover it up, she clawed her way out. By the next day, she was as good as new, like nothing had ever happened.”

Yolanda’s body finally crumpled to the ground, lifeless and devoid of vitality. Her death came swiftly, so fast that she barely had time to utter a final cry. The air was thick with a profound silence, as if even the wind had come to a standstill. Everyone fell into a heavy silence, gazing at her lifeless form, as though reflecting on the chaos and suffering she had wrought. Her death marked the end of a chapter, a grim resolution to the torment she had caused.