Live And Let Die Novels & Stories

Father and Mother followed him to the basement door. Leo pushed it open. A rush of frigid metallic air mixed with the stench of blood scorched by silver hit them. In the darkness,an unnaturally pale body lay in a pool of dried, blackened blood,its eyes not fully closed. Leo stopped short. “Bella…?”

It felt heavy, and with the edges of the book looking slightly ripped, I could only imagine the contents inside being worse off. Turning to the lock on the side, I tried to pry it open, yet it didn't budge. It looked rusted shut, as a small, unrecognisable symbol caught my attention. From what I could make out, it seemed to be an H with vines woven around the letter. Groaning, I gripped the lock tighter and pulled as hard as I could. "Come on, you stupid thing." Realising I wasn't going to get anywhere with the stupid lock, I threw it back onto the desk, causing a loud thud to echo through my small room.

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion".

"Professor Calloway, look! This is a colorless, odorless neuro-agent I synthesized myself. I've already mixed it in." Matt Lewis, one of our teammates, leaned over, giving her a thumbs-up. "Awesome, Sabrina. If the foreign teams get hit by this, they won't even know how they died!" Laughter broke out among them, but my eyes were squeezed shut under my eye mask. In my last life, I had fought desperately to stop this disaster, only to end up disgraced and frozen to death in that cold storage. This time, these lunatics were more than welcome to leap to their deaths.

“Poor thing. She finally made it to sixteen, and still didn’t survive…” Mary raised her head and looked at her. “It’s not Bella,” she said. “It’s Clara.” Ms. Hill froze. The expression on her face shifted from pity to shock, and then to something else. Her voice rose, loud enough for the whole yard to hear. “Clara is dead? Wasn’t it Bella who was supposed to be taken?” No one answered her. She stood there, holding a fur bag. Her mouth moved faster than her thoughts as she muttered, “This… the one who should die didn’t, and the one who shouldn’t did…”

As my body grew colder and colder, Monica's cruel curses faded along with my breath. When I opened my eyes again, every memory from my death rushed back into my mind. Monica, the person I had once treated like family but had ended up killing me, was sitting right in front of me. I had been reborn. And just like in my previous life, once Monica's mother, Lorelei Newman, found out that she had secretly been dating a guy from a modest background, she immediately set up a blind date out of anger. Monica was beautiful, and she had become a model after graduating from the arts academy.

He rubbed at his temple, wincing as the dull throb at the base of his skull returned—stronger this time. He hated that pain. It was the only thing lately that reminded him he was still alive. Nathan stood, moving toward the window. The city glittered below—bright, noisy, full of life he couldn’t feel. Neon lights painted his reflection across the glass: tousled hair, tired eyes, perfection sculpted by fame but filled by exhaustion. He tapped his cigarette against the railing, watching the ashes scatter like snow. “Another night,” he murmured, “another stranger.” His phone buzzed on the table. A message from his manager:

"You're being blinded by revenge, Kiddo. If that thing continues to urge you, you might end up dying in the long run." Blanche shut her eyes as she brought herself back to reality. "Memento Mori," She murmur as she imagine the target paper to be the person she wanted to annihilate at the moment. She pulls the trigger of her handgun to release the last bullet of it. "Do you really think that I am still alive? My body's irking to die, but, it seems like my physical appearance is the one's only living in this kind of place. My being already died, a long time ago. Not physically though." She utters as she slowly removes her goggles and ear muffs.

It's not salvation. "Live. Get back at whoever hurt you. If you can't win the first time, get back up and go after them again. As long as you're alive, there's always hope. Be your own savior. Be your own moon." The heart monitor reading suddenly spiked, as if to declare that the person who had given up on herself had once again found the will to live. On the operating table, Sophie's lashes trembled, as though answering the call.

"Eden… I didn't mean to… I really didn't know it would turn out like this… I just… I just heard the elders say that doing it this way helps the dead go to heaven… I was trying to do a good thing… I didn't mean any harm…" He trembled while he cried, as if he had suffered some terrible injustice. "I just wanted to do something for him…" "A good thing?" I repeated softly. "Feeding a body to dogs is a good thing? Shoving ashes up your hole is a good thing? Curtis, do you have a single honest word left in you?" I unlocked my phone and played the footage I had found near the operating room. The images were suffocatingly brutal. The body being dragged across the ground, torn at by dogs…