Lilting Champ Even After Death Novels & Stories

[Detected: Affection levels of the Hayes brothers and the male lead have reached 95%! The marriage mission with the male lead, Julian Hart, has been completed! Congratulations, host!] [Once the body dies, you may return to the real world. The reward will be a hundred million dollars and a full recovery from bone cancer!] I suppressed the surge of wild joy rising in my chest. I could finally go home! My eldest and third brothers stayed behind with Elena, while my second brother was sent to escort me back.

His eye twitched. Dave forced a laugh. “Well! Nobody died.” “Yet,” Lisha replied sweetly. Across the table, his glass sat untouched.Across the table, the candles continued to melt.They smiled again. Round two would come, already plotting the next plan.

Bottles of champagne were already chilling on the table, and a server quickly brought over three glasses. “To new beginnings,” Sonia said, raising her glass with a bright smile. “To Lila finally being free from that lying, cheating asshole. May he choke on his regrets.” Mia clinked her glass against theirs with a wicked grin. “And to the best revenge. That is,living your best life while he realizes what he threw away.” Lila took a sip of the champagne, the bubbles dancing on her tongue. For the first time in days, she felt a spark of something close to joy.

After that day, I never saw Emery again. Sasha's case caused a media storm due to its severity, and she was sentenced to death with immediate execution. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging a funeral for the two innocent children. In my previous life, Emery had managed to save them in time. This time, they could not escape their own mother's cruelty. On the day of the funeral, I stood before their graves with their favorite stuffed animals in my arms. I spoke softly to them. I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives.

I see the toddler orphans laughing at my antics… {a younger me playing the electric guitar and making a death growl… Sol smiling at me spotlit among the audience…} {…as though she was the one performing I see…} {…death not as an end but a beginning, like being born backwards} The next thing I know I’m being dragged upwards. My mind’s protesting but my entire body’s limp. {Must be one of those damned fishermen…! Sto—}

"You have to die, Lily." ---

The ramp drops endless. I ollie off lips that turn into the ridge above Hot Springs, land on rails carved from the bones of Death lords I killed without regret. Remy’s voice echoes from the bottom—faint, golden, calling my name like prayer. But every time I grind closer, the pipe twists. Becomes Xibalba’s cenote, walls weeping marigolds instead of starlight. The Death Lord King laughs from the shadows, crown on his skull, my heart in his teeth.

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

Raven cannot hear the sound of the reporter because of how low the volume of the TV is and she quickly scrambles for the remote, turning the volume up just as they put a graphic picture of the three students that died on the news channel. Raven’s heart skips. The boys all have the same pattern after death as Craig and Draco, traces of purple blood coming out of their lips. This can only mean one thing, these boys also overdosed on that fever drug. “These damn kids,” she hears professor McCall mutter as he leaves the lab, “they never learn.”

Benjamin poured himself another drink and let out a cold snicker. "Well, to prevent that from happening, I've decided to put her love for me to the test." "How are you going to do that?" someone asked. Benjamin's lips curled into an appalling smile. "I plan to stage my death. We'll see whether, at the brink of my death, Cherilyn is willing to take her own life for me." At that moment, chills ran down my spine. I opened my mouth, yet not a single word rolled off my tongue. So, this was how Benjamin had always viewed my love—with so much malice.