Handbook For The Recently Deceased Book Novels & Stories

The hair on my hand and neck stood in attention and I wanted to jump off his lap and run away as quickly as possible. “Of course, we would take care of it, Sire. I have brought a folder that has all the details of the cemeteries that are willing to participate.” he forwarded a file that one of the butlers took with a stoic face and gave to Dominic. He opened the folder and I peeked in to see what they were talking about. Cemeteries? I narrowed my eyes but could not read much as the print was quite small and his tingles overtook my senses. His free hand leafed through the pages, his eyes sliding on the document. A few seconds later, he slapped the folder close.

Its contents made Aria pause, her eyes flickering. "Ashton Furler, age 81, to die at year's end." Ignatius saw the writing too. He then looked anxiously at Aria. "What does this mean? This paper..." Instead of answering, Aria bent to retrieve it. "Check on your grandfather first." Seeing how terrible Ashton looked, Ignatius didn't refuse. He seemed to be at death's door as he stared blankly at the ceiling. Aria examined the paper thoughtfully. It was a page from the Ledger of Souls, which was usually carried by Blanc and Noir. Why would such a paper be with Ashton?

Morticia sighed lightly, "Forsythe, there's something I'd like you to do for me. This is a serious matter; you must not take it lightly." She took out a secret manual. The cover was handwritten with the title, 'The Bloody Fiend's Tome'. It was clearly written recently by Morticia herself. Her exquisite face showed seriousness.

Making my way over to her desk three books lay open stacked on top of each other so parts of each could be seen. The top book I had absolutely no doubt I had never seen. Columns running down each page with names, dates, a single letter either B,Y or R and the last column all had DECEASED written. Thumbing through the pages, the rest of the book offered no explanation to the meaning of its contents. Moving it aside the second book is filled with handwritten notes. I recognized Miss Evens writing right away. There are two others, one a elegant script and the other very hard to read. Scanning the pages the main theme focused on some kind of hybrid Lycans.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

I drink the half of it and handed it back to her. “Thanks, Kir.” I uttered while me left palm still on my chest, gently massaging it. She held my right hand and squeezed it softly like how Miss Mia would do it. “ You're like a sister to me, I don't want to lose you.” I just gave her a warm smile and leaned my head in the window. I bit my lower lip and swallowed the lump trying to form in my throat. I slowly closed my eyes and tried to rest. After three seconds, I started thinking about useless thoughts. How would I look if I am inside a coffin, imagining Tim looking at my dead body, and imagining me- how I would die.

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

“You ok?” “Yeah. I just wanted to get a present for Russell.” “Giant cookie? Great gift idea. Nothing says ‘Proud of you’ like a cookie bigger than your head.” “Yeah. Well, I better go. We’re planning the event for my book launch.” “Last in the series, right? We finally find out what happened to Emily’s mother?” “Maybe. Felicity’s Books is doing preorders by the way. All signed.” “Already placed my order.”

“What the fuck is going on?” “Language Marley.” Absinthe warned, and she flipped him off, turning her head to Othello. “Who is it? Why does it seem like I killed a ghost?” “Because you did.” I said, standing up, walking to the shelf and I pulled out a large Tome. Walking back to the table, I dropped it in front of Marley, sending dust flying. She coughed and shot a glaring look at me, making me grin, which sent a flush across her cheeks and down into her blouse. Concentrate dude… I turned and pointed at the book. “This tome is full of our Elders—Past, present and their bloodlines. Direct descendants. This is the last edition, the newest one is in production.”

I smiled and pulled out a handbook from my jacket's pocket. "I know you have a lot of questions and trust me, I do not know the answer to the most of them, because I know nothing about your existence and past. So, I might not be the best person to answer your queries. And all I know, is your identity, that who you are and it's enough, so I can not help you in this," I honestly spoke. She looked at me, confused and lost. I kept the handbook beside her food plate. "This handbook is a guide about werewolves. It has all the basic details about our existence and how we function. It has every detail that you need to know at this moment atleast. Read it, and then, try to figure out, maybe you might