Novel & Cerita Love After Death

I laughed at his overconfidence and pulled out my marriage certificate. "Adrian, why on earth would you think I'd come back to you? Look carefully. I'm already married. See that poster at the entrance? That's my husband. He's tall and hot. And you? You're just a filthy scumbag. Why would I ever turn back to you?" The moment Adrian saw the certificate, his eyes reddened, and his body trembled. "No, Colleen, I love you, and you love only me. No other man can give you the life you want. I can give it to you."

"I love you." THE END

Later, she would recall this and believe it was true. The spirit was leaving a message. ‘One last message. There is one last thing to say. One last goodbye. Olivia and Ian. Love lost to jealousy and murder. A babe born to both. Sometimes death conquers before love can. But in that death, it is not the end. Love continues on, and the adventure doesn’t end. There are no goodbyes, for those are final. But there are until we meet again. Live well, and love for long. The next generation will see the light in their life. With love and luck we will meet again the day in the distant future you cross over. Live well. O + I’

And Lachesis, well, Lachesis is supposed to be the supercomputers that give out the half-mechanical half-insectile noise; the hum of death I had been much too acquainted with even before I crossed over. My very first challenge is to make Death imagine what it is truly like to be in love. Apart from being a means of revenge, his understanding of it is clinical and insipid. Love to Septimus is nothing more than an emotional side-effect of man’s biological need to propagate his species. If only it were that simple, then he could whack our target on the head and be done with it. To define love to him, I call upon the wisdom of Neruda, Nicholas Sparks and James Cameron through his masterpiece Tit

"Tomorrow I die. I can feel it. The Absolute will come. Will tempt me. Will offer relief. And I'll refuse. I'll stay Aurora. I'll die myself. And you'll remember. Somehow. Eventually. Maybe. And if you do, know this: I loved you. All of you. Every day. Every midnight. Every forgetting. I loved you. Freely. Willingly. Completely. That was real. That mattered. That was enough. Goodbye, my loves. Remember me. Not with guilt. With joy. With gratitude. With love. I was Aurora. I stayed Aurora. I died Aurora. Remember Aurora. Always. Day one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. The last day. The final entry. The ending. But also the forever. Because love doesn't end. Even when people do. Love contin

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

Love Love ~.............................~

I was in love with him. @Death Wish

Built on love that would outlast everything. Even death. Especially death. Forever.

She lifts her gaze to meet mine fully. “I loved you when you were powerful. I loved you when you were uncertain. I loved you before I knew what I was.” Emotion rises sharp and fast. “And I will love you even when I must stand above you.” The words hurt. But they are honest. Silence settles again. Then Death speaks one final time. “Your fear is based on a false premise.” I look up sharply. “What premise?” “That love can be engineered.” Nova squeezes my hand. Death’s voice remains steady.