La Muerte Of Life Novels & Stories

"We're formally welcoming you to our land, Valle de La Muerte." If she was surprised earlier, she didn't know what more adjectives she could use to express her feelings at the moment. "Valle de La Muerte..." She mumbled. The Valley of Death.

he asks, eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. "Bite me death boy. There are more pressing matters at hand." I say, rolling my eyes. "Ah, yes. The one named Mason still troubles you. Would you like for me to kill him?" he asks, his scythe standing next to me, shining to let me know that its there. I shake my head. "Death isn't the answer for everything. I just want you to let me know what Mason's plans are." Death shakes his head. "Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life."

“No, he didn’t. You did. And you will destroy her.” “No.” I shook my head. “Never.” “What about me, Nate? We were forever, and now we’re never. The only similarity is ever. Life isn’t guaranteed, but ever is always there. Ever is the catalyst for life and death. At any time, in any way.” “I won’t. Lila will be fine.” “Lila will be dead.” “Don’t say that!” I screamed and grabbed her by the arms. “Don’t you ever fucking say that again. She will live, even if I have to die.”

Until I didn’t notice that I WILL LAUGH AND THEN I WILL CRY again and again. I looked at the cuts on my arms that were covered with the bandage while laughing and crying. I saw blood on the white bandage but it was nothing on me because the regret that I am feeling is more painful than my cuts that even how many times I laughed and cried about it, It won’t change a thing. It won’t cover what I have done that makes me feel like a LIVING DEAD in an instant. -END-

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

Life went on. ***

I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I wasn't just showing signs of early menopause; I also had diabetes and high blood pressure. Marcus not only mocked my appearance but also openly brought other women to the villa for the night. I was so furious that I had a stroke and collapsed, begging him to take me to the hospital. Without sparing me a glance, he walked straight into our bedroom with the woman he'd brought home. By the time someone found me the next day, it was too late. I died on the way to the hospital. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the cause and never let history repeat itself.

We were meant to last…until death do us part. Thank you for reading TILL DEATH DO US PART, Aléjandro and Mia’s story. If you haven’t read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story, you can read it today or continue the series with BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story

It's fucking sinister that freaked me out! Later on, I found myself inside a military vehicle. The current situation made my eyes lose their color. It turned into a void as my beats ironically became a dead beat. Lifeless, even. I stared at these soldiers blankly. I am not dumb not to condemn those people they're shooting. But unfortunately, the qualm inside my head will remain hanging. What makes those people became...undead?

“passed away” I force my face to arrange itself into what hopefully passes for a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Back at my desk, I pull out a sheet of paper and try to write a list of good things in my life. One: I have a roof over my head. Sure, for now I do. Two: I’m not dead. But the only person I had in the whole world is. Sighing, I give up and crumple the paper into a ball. Students are turning in their tests and starting conversations. Evidently every test day is followed by some free time.