I Just Died In Your Arms Novels & Stories

I was going to die in his arms. I liked that.

"Don't look so betrayed. You were the one who crawled into my arms.” That’s it, he’s dead.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

Of all the better news houses out there, they would go for Refined News house without blinking an eye. “Dude, your mom really looks dejected.” Richard’s voice brought Manu back from wonderland. He looked through the glass window that was tinted black and saw his mom sitting outside the house with messy hair and her face was swollen red from excessive crying. This was the side of his mom that he hated to see the most, it pained him so much seeing his mom in that state. His father’s death was the main reason why she became like this. For over 10 years now, she hasn’t remarried and she hasn’t been herself. In fact the memories of her smiling were fading from his mind because she was so dejected

"What did you just say?" "Mr. Jones, I said, Madam has passed away," the assistant repeated, his voice cautious. "In the hospital's operating room—right next to Miss Darby's. Her body is still on the operating table. For some reason, no one has taken care of it. You should come and see for yourself. There's blood everywhere." Allen finally came back to his senses. When he spoke, his voice trembled beyond control. "What are you talking about? Mia is fine. She called me yesterday. How could she be dead?"

I shouldn’t have lost you for Eve. "If you come back, I swear I’ll never look at another woman again. I won’t hold anyone else’s hand. I’ll spend the rest of my life with only you. "Please, come back!" ...... He cried and shouted, pouring out his feelings in a way so raw and emotional that anyone watching would have been moved to tears. But was he an idiot? I was already dead, my body starting to rot, and he thought a few words could bring me back? I was not bothered by it anymore. He treated me like nothing when I was alive, and now, he wanted to act heartbroken at my grave? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done.

One of the crew cleaned the scrape on my arm—the price of "falling off the cliff." I held out my hand, numb, eyes locked on the phone screen. The livestream burned my eyes. Every broken "Noemi" blasted through the speaker and slammed into my chest. Cesare, how much of your love was real... and how much was just a show? My fingers stalled for a second. Then, in the livestream's public chat, I slowly typed a line and hit send.

Dad's hand remained frozen in place for a very long time. He then slumped to the floor, bawling like a child. He cried as he spoke, his voice hoarse and nearly impossible to make out. "H-He's dead… Ash is actually dead… Ash is dead…" Eli was still standing in the doorway. His hand on the doorframe was shaking, while his whole body was trembling. He looked at Mom and Dad crying inside the storage room, then at the small, lifeless body in the corner.

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.

Was I about to die? If I was, that would be okay. I could finally be with my mom and dad again. If you asked me what my one wish in life was, I would just say I wanted a different brother. Some time later, my spirit floated out of my body. I was shocked to see the police and ambulance stopping at the side of the road. They quickly put up barriers around my crushed body. It was true that I was dead, but I was still aware of everything. Then, without warning, I began to float toward Nathan. I could not stop myself no matter what.