Grim Reaper Sad Novels & Stories

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

“You are just figuring this out?” Reaper shook his head and took a step towards me. “We are getting off topic. Just know I have my reasons.” He pulled his hair with his hands before pacing the small room. “I can’t have more deaths on my conscious or else I will never get her back.” He muttered under his breath. I was brought back to the present when I knock pounded on the front door before the voice of one of Allister’s men told me it was time.

Sophia pleaded, her heart breaking with each rejection. Grey remained silent. "Grey," Sophia whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you," A heavy silence hung in the air, suffocating them both with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Finally, Grey spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Sophia... But I can't do this. I'm just waiting for death, HAHAHA!" Grey broke into a painful laugher covering his eyes as he looked up, tears falling in the corner of his eyes, biting his lips.

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

A strange premonition stirred within me. And then, during the artist's thank-you segment, we saw Grayson. He looked slightly tense, standing there as if unsure, yet the moment he saw us, tears shimmered in his eyes. Alicia froze. Grayson fumbled as he accepted the bouquet she offered, then pulled her into a fierce embrace. I could even see the clear drops of his tears falling onto her back. "I'm sorry, Alicia. Daddy lost you," he whispered, voice cracking. "Can you… give me another chance?"

“Your friend, Chrissy. I heard her death was a spectacle. I enjoy spectacles. Sadly, I did not see so this is all I want in return.” “If I say no?” “I do not make threats. I think we have that in common.” He rose from the chair he was sitting on. He wasn’t only big but muscular. Even with his round belly, it would be impossible to mix the muscular density of his arms. “Send my regards to the Reaper. I heard he showed his face after twenty years of hiding. I was tempted to have my man kill him where he stands at the moment but I wouldn’t want to be on your bad side like my son. I hope you have a lovely night, dear one,”

The smell of death began to set in— The first two times, when he saved me, my heart raced with love. The third time, all I felt was terror. "Are you going to Moonlight Vale or not?" Oscar's irritated voice pulled me back. The familiar tone snapped me out of the memory. I gave him a bright smile. "Yes. We'll go pray together tonight." I would pray you would be healthy and happy. For the rest of your life. And there was something I needed from the Moon Goddess. Oscar's expression softened a little. The driver pulled up just then, and out of habit, he opened the door for me.

But that was the wrong move that opened the floodgates, long, glistening beads of my own sorrow poured out, and I trembled as they traced their way down my face. Damn it, that man better not be dead... Dear God, I haven't asked you for anything in a long time, but right now I beg you for this— make me his grim reaper... Let me send him to you myself.

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”