I Thought You Were Dead Book Novels & Stories

"Did you think turning yourself into this pathetic mess would draw my attention to you? Don't be ridiculous! How dare you stir up trouble at my wedding? I won't let this go so easily!" As her words fell, she grabbed my neck forcefully and pressed my upper body over the railing. A crushing sense of suffocation closed in, but I didn't struggle at all. I thought that maybe dying like this wouldn't be so bad. Hence, I closed my eyes, ready to accept death calmly. That was when Natalia panicked. She noticed something was wrong with me. Alarmed, she took a step back and stared at me in shock. "Why aren't you struggling? And why aren't you explaining yourself? Do you really want to die?" she demand

I borrowed money from loan sharks and friends who probably pitied me more than they cared to admit. Then the emails stopped coming. Their office “relocated.” My books vanished. My money disappeared. And I was left drowning in debts and depression. Pretty sad, isn’t it? So there I was, choking, tears running down my face. I had thought about dying before, maybe jumping off a bridge, maybe something quicker, but I never imagined my life would end like this. They say when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. But all I could think about was the stupid book that ruined everything.

Closing my eyes, I lean forward, bite softly down, on her neck. To turn her forever. ~Thea's POV Death wasn't what I thought it was. When I was awoken suddenly, by a surge of pain, it was like being awoken from a slumber. Thoughts forced themselves into my mind, as I forced my body up. There was no time to even consider what had happened. Was I alive, or am I dead? Is this what it feels like to be dead because it's extremely painful. With eyes hardly working, or limbs for that matter, I was on my feet.

My boyfriend, Don Alessandro Moretti, wanted a Donna who never got jealous. Whenever I disobeyed, he used silence to teach me my place. When he started taking his childhood sweetheart, Lucia,everywhere on his arm, I confronted him. He froze me out for a week. At one family dinner, Alessandro seated Lucia at his right hand, the place meant for his future wife. When I objected, he shut me out for two weeks. “Lucia and I are only friends. I love you, Eva.”He told me afterward. “But a Donna must be above petty jealousy.” Every time, I remembered the man I had fallen in love with and apologized first. But this time, two muggers cornered me in a parking lot. Still punishing me, Alessandro declined

"No way! How does a living person just disappear?" All at once, he remembered what I'd asked him on our sixth anniversary. Back then, he'd sworn that if he ever betrayed me, he'd never be able to find me again. Now that promise circled back and hit him like a punch to the gut. Ethan suddenly thought of the gift box I left behind, the one I told him to open later. My disappearance had hit him so hard that he was only remembering it now. A small flicker of hope lit in his chest.

No one was scheming in the next room or plotting my downfall over breakfast. It was disorienting at first. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop‚ for someone to knock on the door with bad news‚ for the fragile peace to shatter the way it always had before. But the days kept passing and nothing terrible happened and slowly‚ gradually‚ my body started to believe what my mind already knew. Miranda was dead. It was over.

“I want to go—” Die. He was going to die. Something inside me shattered. My knees buckled, my body trembling as the weight of those words crashed into me. No. No, that’s not—he’s not— I had been in his mind all day. I had searched his thoughts, his emotions. There had been no sign of this. No sign of him believing he would die. So where was this coming from? Why hadn’t I seen it? My head spun, my body swaying. I couldn’t think.

Looking at one more page in the book, I see another entry that said, “The love of my life, that’s what I wish to say. Even though my dead heartbeats, it beats for your death. I may get lost when I’m with you; nothing matters but you. Even if it makes me doubt what I’m planning to do, my mind won’t change anything for you; your death should be soon, and I hope you understand why I did all of this to you, N.” That entry had the name initial of that person, the same one I saw at the beginning. Whose name was it, and who did he planned to kill? Confused and tired, I closed the book and went back inside. As I turned around to close the door, I looked outside one last time; I could see a storm com

Somewhere in the haze, I felt someone drag me–force me into something narrow. Whitney's voice came faintly, "Just a low-level clerk delivering files. And she dares to threaten me." When I woke up, everything was pitch black. From outside, I could faintly hear the host's voice. "Please welcome our chairman to the stage." They called again. And again. The crowd began to stir. "The chairman has never missed an event like this. Did something happen?" "We saw her last night. Where could she be?" I tried to move.

Zara's POV My head was buried between my drawn up knees, my arms wrapped so tightly around my legs that they ached. I was sniffling, my breath hitching despite how hard I tried to keep it quiet. The dungeon smelled of damp stone and rot, the cold seeping into my bones like it had every intention of staying. Ike was dead. The thought sat in my chest, weighing on me painfully. I had come here to save him. That had been my reason. My justification. I had convinced myself that I was being clever, that I was doing something brave. Instead, I had walked him straight into a trap and now he is dead.