Life Is Yours Death Is Mine Novels & Stories

AALIYAH You could say death gives one a whole new perspective about life, never will i have agreed till i as there- -hanging in the imbalance between life and death, swirling in an oblivion that held the truth. And there's just something about that, that changes you, that is if, you make it out. If you make it back. But the real truth is, you have to have tasted death to understand the true meaning of life. **** TWO WEEKS EARLIER

She rolls her eyes at me as she walks around the room. “Well, since you want to play games, you should know that I excel at them. So listen closely. Death does not mean death However one must always die A bond must be chosen It’s for you to decide To keep a mate who may never be whole A woman tarnished to her very soul To share a piece true to heart One must go back to the start To make peace something must be given Or you must say goodbye to the land of the living Release her and she will be saved Her form anew for you to lave

My soul itched with confusion. “The One in heaven wants you…” A force poked me from behind. “... to decide your own fate.” When I looked back, I saw pitch darkness. I faced ahead again, and a little light was all I saw. It exposed the box before me. “In this box are two stones,” Death continued. “One says ‘live’. The other says ‘vanish’.” “You want me to gamble my life?” “If you choose to live, you may return to your life. However, I will find you after ten measly years must have passed.”

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

Carlos gladly gave her what she wanted and started with the words that came from Kyle, or maybe from Him. “BORN in the same heavens, but not in the different world. You who only exist in this world, but not in the first, just what is your worth in this cycle of life and death? I am who I think I am, as my birth, blood, and life will never define the order that the heavens set for me. My existence and everything that I hold is the truth I will take no matter what the world tells that I defy. I live and that’s the truth, alone in the universe or the world, I promise to end your life.” “The reflection, but the twisted one. Both of them who stole a life that is equivalent to their original. A li

I have nothing in life, all I cared about was spending my life with you, but you're gone and I'll follow you wherever you go. That sounds so great. -Jay, I want to always be with you too but not like this, not... killing you. You don't know the things that happen here, when you die there's no going back, life happens and you stay in the same place forever. It's not pleasant for me to be here but I have no choice.

this is a battle of life and death and only destiny will choose the position we will be. But as long as I'm alive the evil doers will never go Scot free, I will take them all down and I will show no mercy. TBC

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

“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 stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.