La Muerte Of Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

That was how I felt now; helpless and afraid. * * * * * Life is for the living Death is for the dead Let life be like music And death a note unsaid -Langston Hughes Those familiar eyes stared at me from the ground, as though even in death she was thinking only of me. Those eyes that had seen every birthday, seen every tear I had shed, were vacant of light. My Mom's eyes were locked on me, her life's blood staining her fur. A lifetime without her smile, without her comforting words. That was what suffocated me, what knocked the air from my lungs faster than any rogue ever could.

“What – what are you talking about!? Is that an option!?” “Oh, darling,” Life says, laughing and reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it fondly as she shakes her head. “Don’t you see? You’re my child – it’s not that easy to kill you, sweetheart. As it stands you’re only…” she screws her mouth to the side, looking for the words to explain it. “Just barely dead. Not actually dead. Not like the rest of them.” She shrugs like it’s completely simple. But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because…

I added alarm filling my voice. "Not the children, nothing could hurt the children of death, trust me. No it will make it harder for Aiden and in her case Adam to turn you and her before the birthing process kills you." I shuddered at her words. "Ummm maybe that wasn't my best choice of words." "I knew that Aiden will have to make me an immortal I'm just not exactly sure how or when." I shuddered at the thought. "Well I can at least tell you that. If you want of course."

She must have sensed his fury. “What are you doing out here in the river Styx? Don’t you know you could have DIED?” He held her arms and shook her. For gods and demigods, going in the river Styx does not affect them in any way. But for mortals, the river Styx is deadly. It absorbs the life force of the human until it becomes lifeless. “That would be better than not trying to escape!” She countered. “Why would you even escape?” “You do not understand.”

I didn't want them to end up like I had in my previous life and how Lila had ended up in this life. Instead, I wanted them to be like cacti that possessed tenacious vitality.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

- He whispers weakly but then falls silent with his eyes open. My body was frozen. My lung stopped inflating, my heart gave one last hard beat and all my blood stopped flowing. It was probably white. "The sunflower still lives as long as there is the sun" I was still alive... "Killing was the first thing you did when you came to life, and it will be the only and last thing you do in life." ...with no trouble getting up... "You came for deaths and therefore you will live for her." ...and strength and motivation like never before in my life.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

The other version spoke, her voice held deep sorrow as she unfolded the story. “The war has been long. Death continuous to push forward as life tries to fight back. But there is a difference between life and death, life comes to an end and death is everlasting. It grows and continuous to fight, but life, me, is aging and losing its energy. I believe the next war will be the last and whoever is victories will determine the way of the world.” The other version said as she came to the bleak conclusion. Layla felt the threat of her words on her skin, she could feel the heaviness of them push down on her shoulders.

Antonio added, comforting me further. “I don’t know what I would have done if I were in their position,” I mumbled, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “No one knows what they would do in a situation like that until they are faced with it. Where there is death, there will be death. If one person escapes death, then the other will take its place. In a harsh reality, life and death are interconnected and dependent on each other. This is the cycle of life that we must accept. Someone will die so that someone else may live.” Antonio said, his voice filled with wisdom and acceptance. It was a sobering reminder of the fragility of life and the inevitability of death. “Maybe Marie’s death was m