I Died And There Was Nothing Novels & Stories

Far away from this heartbreak. Prince So this is how it feels when you die. You have no more soul. I thought that I saw red, but this time, I see nothing. Nothing. It’s not dark. It’s not blinding white. It’s just … nothing. Shouldn’t you be released from pain once you die?

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

Olivia said in hatred, "Are you the one pulling the strings behind the scenes? You caused the Fordhams to go bankrupt, and now my dad is dying in the hospital because of you!" She sensed someone crouching down. Then, a hand lifted her chin. A genderless voice rang out. "It's me."

On the day of my pyre, my body had been reassembled. The mortician was skilled. I looked… almost whole. For a moment, I studied the still figure laid out before the sacred flames. I had to admit— Death became me. I looked better than I had in years. No fear. No pain. No exhaustion carved into my bones. Just stillness. Peace. My parents came to see me off. Caden could not. Pack justice for killing Seraphina had been swift—and merciless.

I think about the first life and the ballroom floor and dying with my hands pressed against a cold marble surface asking for one more day. I got more than one day. I got this. "Yes," I say. Riven looks at me. The dawn arrives.

Damien's pov…. At first, there was nothing. No pain. No sound. No Louis. And somehow, that was worse than death. I didn’t know how long I drifted in that empty, endless dark. There was no body. No heartbeat. No breath. Nothing Then came the cold. It crept in slowly, wrapping around whatever remained of me, pulling me deeper into silence. So this is death, I thought distantly. No fire. No punishment. Just… nothing.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

In the days after, Cesare locked himself in his room and never came out. He drank day and night, drowning in it. The decisive, iron-fisted Don of the Cassano family was gone. What remained was silence—hollow, lifeless. None of his old edge left. He kept touching the cold urn, over and over, like it might still hold a piece of Noemi. Meanwhile, when Fiona heard Noemi had "died" on that snowy mountain, she almost couldn't hide the joy swelling in her chest.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I drive into the dark. And I don't look back. Because I know what’s waiting for us at the end of the road. Everything. And nothing. The screen goes black. And I’m standing in the center. Waiting for the next take. Forever.