La Vida Después De La Muerte Novela Novels & Stories

There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open. "M-my neck! It hurts!" She cried out. "In order for you to come back, you have to heal how you died. You died of a broken neck. It's healing now, and the bone snapped back in place." He explained, sounding apologetic. Cece briefly saw stars, and she dropped to her knees, letting go of Death's hands. But he kept a hand on her back. "I don't need you getting lost in this part of the afterlife." He explained

Mandy looked terrified. "James, could she be right? Has Emma turned into a ghost? Do you think she'll come back for revenge?" She wrapped her arms around Chester, her whole body shaking. "James, should we call in someone with spiritual know-how to cleanse the place?" James felt torn. He knew his family never cared for Emma, but to think their indifference could drive her to take her life… "Mom," he managed to choke out, "there's no such thing as ghosts. Emma's probably just sick. I'll get a top doctor to check out her records."

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

They were stuck so deep in my thoughts that I couldn't shake them. Of course, I hated her and Henry! Meanwhile, Eva had found where Mom and Dad were buried. I never got the chance to say goodbye to them. "Brina, hang in there. There's still so much ahead of you," Eva said, giving my shoulder a comforting pat. I stared at the overgrown patch of ground before me, consumed by nothing but boiling, helpless anger. Joanna had taken Mom and Dad's ashes back to her hometown—a place surrounded by sewage pits, with a stench so awful it hit me in the throat. But I had no clue where exactly they were buried.

Astrid It was nothingness. Not black, not white. Not dark or light—just nothing. I could feel my body somehow, and I remembered everything, but at the same time, I was confused. Was this the afterlife? If it was, it sucked. We were made to believe there’s a whole new world out there after death, some peaceful realm or great beyond. So why, then, was I here? Why was there only emptiness? I sat down, pulling my knees to my chest. I felt light. Lighter than I’ve been since I could think for myself.

A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing. Eventually, the screaming stopped. Moments later, a fire ignited inside the warehouse, its flames spreading rapidly. Trinity had ended her own life. Without Nathan, Heath Group didn't last long. The company was devoured within days. When Jake was handling Nathan's affairs, he could only sigh. I had no more regrets. With nothing left to tether me to this world, I disappeared into the void.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

Pardon me! So, you should know that you can't be too careless and let yourself get killed. You only have three lifelines. If you die thrice, you are totally dead. Your character will disappear from the novel and your soul will extinguish or get faded out. There's no heaven, hell, or reincarnation for you if you die before finishing your missions.

" I immediately run towards her, and I was about to push her... But... It's too late. I found our body lying on the road with blood. I tried to reach out her hand even though I cant hardly move my body and my eyes are getting blurry. "J...J...Joy... Joy... Wake...up. Wake up. Joy... Wake up." I shed tears. I keep patting her hands, but she's not responding to me anymore. My eyes are getting blurry that I want to close my eyes now. However, before I could close my eyes, I saw... The door of the car opened. From inside a woman come out. I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')