Grim Reaper Sad Novels & Stories

He’s collateral damage and a replaceable one too. I could still remember the first time Nicholas saw me. The way he looked at me standing in the pouring rain, uncaring, head held high while glaring at the distance. And the moment our skin touch as he dragged me out of the downpour, I knew right then and there that he will die painfully in my hands. His whole existence smelled deliciously dangerous that I can't help but devour. Ciro, would not mourn for him for long, not that I knew him personally but he had more urgent matters that needs his undivided attention; like the reappearance of The Reaper, that he was so obsessed with.

| {Beauty is skin-deep but not you} {I had to get under your skin just to see the real you} {In your face in your hair up the wall} {You scratched my itch but I didn’t scratch yours} {I went straight for the chalkboard} {I was ten nails in} {You still wouldn’t scream} {Irritation, aggravation, commiseration} {How my misery loved your company.} | Our impromptu performance repels the Ravens. We’re the last two reapers left. The only ones standing between the immortal army and an apocalyptic buffet.

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

"What a shame. You couldn't even manage to step on a trap or fall into a pit?" He didn't yell. Just stared at me, eyes red. "I finally get it now... how scared and helpless you and Luca must've felt." I laughed coldly and walked out. No—he didn't get it. He only knew the pain of being cold and alone. Not what it felt like to hold my dying son in my arms, screaming into the silence. After he got discharged, Fabian went quiet. Then one day, I threw a 20-pound sandbag at him.

"And now that you've blown the whole thing up, now that you've destroyed yourself, you want to come talk to me about having a heart?" "Do you think I run a charity?" Cassie looked up at me with hollow, desperate eyes. "But you knew the campaign was going to fail! You could have stopped it! Why didn't you shut the servers down? Why didn't you cut the connection?" She was shrieking. As if screaming loud enough could shift the weight. I stood up slowly and looked at her, something like amusement in my expression.