Love After Death Novels & Stories

"You’re not going to die, Kael. You hear me? You’re not. I love you too much. I won’t let you go. I won't…" She kissed my forehead, her tears dripping onto my skin, warm and salt-stung. I smiled, faintly. It hurt, but I smiled anyway. "I love you," I managed to whisper a whisper of love because even if I died now, she had to know how much I loved her. That was the only thing that truly mattered. In my next life, I would still desire to have no other woman but Lyria as my mate. But through the hazy blur, my gaze flicked toward the movement nearby—and there he was. Hood. Still there. Still weeping like a fool who’d just realized the consequences of his actions.

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The nihilistic asshole in him that saw marriage as nothing but a contract died then and there. Hades. A harbinger of death. The fucking Grim Reaper himself. The man she loved didn't kill people. He obliterated them. What if she was no different? What if his fucking love got her killed? No. Never her. Kill a mafia king. End this shit. Once and for all. But would she want the man who came back to her after killing his own father? "Then there's no escaping I love you, is there, baby girl? Fuck me. I love you," Harry said, squeezing the breath out of her, their doomed love making his very soul ache.

As long as we live and even after we die, because death will not be able to separate us. "I love you, my Tery." "I love you more, my Alfred." Our lips met, just like our heartbeats, in the harmonious rhythm of love. === The End of All The Love Stories ===

[ IN WHICH THERE IS WAR AND DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — There is something else you should know: I die at the end. Just like any other human being, I die. But there is something else that I'm not proud to say, and it is that; my lover is the reason I die. He killed me.

'Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.' 🌹🌹 Death (Part 1) 🌹🌹 Galore was confused. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

I put my arms around his neck and lightly kissed him. "Aiden I know one day my friends and family will die. I hate that thought because it breaks my heart but that makes me cherish them that much more. If you were the one to take them to the afterlife I wouldn't be angry or upset because I know their souls would be safe. You don't need to worry about me fearing you though, I love you too much for that. As for the traveling I would always wait for you to come home to me even if you're gone for two or three months I'd miss the shit out of you but I would understand." He pressed me into the couch kissing me as passionately as he could.

The memory fades, the kitchen dissolving into mist, and I’m back in Marcel’s arms, his tears falling onto my face. “I love you,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. “I loved you all my life.” He clutches me tighter, a sob tearing from his throat. “Don’t leave me,” he begs, his voice breaking. “Please, Mercy. Don’t go where I can’t follow.” But it’s too late. The darkness is closing in, pulling me under. I feel his lips on mine, a final, desperate kiss. And finally…peace. Endless peace, and the lingering echo of a love that will live on. Even in death.

Never Again 🌷 “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” -Anais Nin ~•~ •R O S E C L I N T O N•