روايات وقصص ضمن It's Been So Long By The Living Tombstone

The GPS says his phone is close to one river bordering the park. But then I pause. Everything seems amiss; it's too easy. Could this be an ambush? I'm a wealthy man, and many people know that. Maybe I need to be cautious, but Gills is dragging me along, and I gasp in shock. My disbelief turns into horror as I see Brad's lifeless body on the ground. Who would do such a thing to him? Tears flow from my eyes, and I fall to my knees beside Gills, who is weeping just as hard. The officer approaches Brad's motionless form, surrounded by purple lilies. The area feels eerie and unsettling, and my stomach churns with sickness. Is he still alive? Have I lost my closest friend forever?

The wind in the cemetery is always serene—as calm as the people eternally sleeping beneath the grassy ground. Minerva placed a white lily and blue rose atop his tombstone, holding her tears not to fall on Derrick’s grave as well. “It’s been a long time, babe.” Her voice was soft; her words were gentle and full of heartache.

He smirked on the phone's camera and that is when she came out of her trance. Grabbing her hand he pulled her towards the island counter where they were cutting the cake. Charlie placed a candle on the cake and lit it. "Make a wish." Charlie mumbled and Leon closed his eyes. His hands never leaving hers, he squeezed her hand -I'm always here- before blowing the candle. The guys cheered as he cut the cake and fed it to her. Followed by Charlie, Finn and Caleb. "So Mr. Leon Alessandro turned 27 eh?" Finn nudged him in the ribs only to earn a smack on the head.

He cast a brief glance at Mom, then looked back at Patrick. Patrick's body swayed slightly. He forced out the question with difficulty. "Is it Aubree?" The young officer nodded. "It's Aubree." Mom froze mid-motion and turned sharply to glare at the officer. "What the hell are you talking about? How could that wretched girl be dead? "A scourge like her could live a thousand years! Even if she drove me to my grave, she'd still be fine! You people must've screwed up the test. Run it again!"

The old man was preparing a tombstone for Evie. Mia replied to her friend's text, she asked what was interesting about the old man who made a tombstone. Isn't that normal? There must be someone in charge of making tombstones when someone dies. Mia sent the message with a worried face. She had time to pay attention on her friends in the car. They were all still silent. Finally her friend returned to reply to Mia's message, she said in her message that what interesting was that the old man was singing. When she watched the old man from a close distance, she heard the old man voice slowly singing a hymn.

Cold breeze ran through the grass field in a single motion, as the smell of wet soil scattered in the area–as if the dead left their early morning fragrance, as if telling the world that they are still with the living. In the middle of the quiet field with tombs, a single person was found standing tall wearing a long black coat. Head below, he looked down on the name of the dead. Theodore Musni, 19**-20**. His eyes lingered on the name for a second. Then, he lit a cigarette as he raised his head. “If only you prioritized us first, we might’ve shared a whiskey together now.” The man puffed a smoke as he spoke with a voice laced superiority. “Too bad. I don’t think things will go the way you w

We were naked, of course! "So when did you plan this?" I asked while trailing my finger on his pectorals. "I wanted to take you away for quite some time. Remember when I made several trips with our Betas, moving the pack and accessing the area. Then I stumbled upon this place." "How clever!" I chuckled. We stayed still for some time. "Lucian, the black stone pack has lived in this area for generations. They must be attached to this place. Don't you think it would be unfair to sell it off?"

The cemetery was a quiet place, draped in the melancholic hues of late afternoon. Adrian Blackwood stood at the edge, the weight of seven years pressing down on him like a physical force. The sky above was painted in soft shades of amber and gold, the sun casting long shadows over the twin headstones that had become the focus of his monthly pilgrimage. In his arms, fresh lilies swayed gently in the wind. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, but it was fleeting just like the lives he had destroyed. The love he had lost. The future he could never reclaim.

"It's a full moon tonight, but not for long. We can't keep track of time, so it could easily be morning already. My point is, we don't have time for your useless questions." Vivian hesitated for a moment before nodding and beginning to dig. She knew better than to cross Alice when she was in this mood. As they dug, the silence between them was tense, the only sound being the scraping of the shovels against the earth. They dug the earth around the tombstone, their shovels moving faster than any human could, thanks to the power of the moon coursing through their wolf veins. The smell of damp earth filled Alice's nostrils, and she could only hope their efforts wouldn't be in vain. She continued

Of all people, she is the mother and if he is in pain, that would be ten times for Cassy's mom. So he kept quiet. He waited until the old woman started to open her mouth. But even before she could speak, Aunt Lisa cried. Aunt Lisa has been a widow for almost 2 years. Cassy's father passed away due to an accident so she is the only one who supports Cassy. "Aunt Lisa, what's wrong?" Leon said in a very low voice. He's being careful so Cassy won't hear them. Aunt Lisa didn't answer. She just cried.