Novel & Cerita Love After Death

The scent of herbs and fresh earth filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere that seemed at odds with the weight of our burden. Ophelia led me to a patch of soft grass, where she motioned for me to lay her companion down. I did so with the utmost care, dropping his body as if he were merely resting. Kneeling beside him, Ophelia tenderly brushed her fingers across his cheek. "You were a hero, my love," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "And now, you'll become a part of the earth, nourishing life even in death." Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss upon his lips, a final farewell filled with love and heartbreak. When she pulled away, a strange yet beautiful phenomenon occurred.

“George, I’ve loved you for ten years! Don’t you understand? I don’t want anything but your love!” “I only want Luna! Where did you take my Luna?” George became frantic, grabbing Annie’s arm and pulling her outside as he yelled, “Tell me! Where is Luna? Take me to her!” Annie looked out at the endless sea beyond the railing, extending a finger. “Your Luna is already dead! You killed her! You threw her into the sea! You don’t even know, do you? I poked out both her eyes and used a needle to scratch every pore on her face! Her limbs were broken, and she wobbled around like a soft rubber doll. She was so ugly!

Sadness was drawn on his face, too, just like the others. I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I can't still get over Lotus' death. It was too sudden,” I told him in low voice. “No one is ready for it. I, too, can’t accept his lost. However, that’s death. Just like love, it comes in a very unexpected moment. They are like thiefs in the night,” he meaningfully said, incorporating his own concept of love. And it's a bit dark, huh. Who on Caelum Academy compared love to death? It's only Raid. However, he has a point.

Her love was gone forever. *******************************

I was a vampire hunter's lowest blood-slave, and the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein fell in love with me. He turned against his entire family for my sake. But there was a curse in my blood: if I let myself love him, I would die. So I had no choice but to trample on everything he felt and force us apart. That day, I threw away the family crest he treasured most. And then, in the middle of the night, after he'd fallen asleep, he came out to dig through the trash for it.

Emilia's POV Twinkle looked at Amelie coldly. "As I said earlier, I don't care whether you live or die." "Fine." She pulled a knife from her clothes and pressed it against her neck. "Twinkle, open your eyes. Emilia's already with someone else. She doesn't love you! She never has! I'm the only one who truly loves you!" Her eyes shifted to me, full of bitter resolve. "Emilia, you ruined me. I hate you! You're not the only one who can die!"

He was stubborn and struggling, and she wanted to help him. Yet over those seven years together, she had unknowingly fallen in love with Oliver. She simply never realized it. Unable to find Oliver, Sharon drowned herself in alcohol day after day. She cried herself to sleep and kept slapping herself. But no matter how much she regretted it, no matter how much pain she felt, it was useless. At last, she understood one thing clearly. Oliver was never coming back.

There’s rage behind his eyes, a pressure barely held in check. He stops at the settee—his settee, I realize, a replica from the real shop—and drops into it hard. His elbows on his knees, his hands over his face. We sit in silence. He doesn’t look at me once. And when he finally lifts his head, he looks… hollow. “I’m sorry, Eloise,” he says. I open my mouth to respond— —and suddenly, I’m back. Back in Lucy’s coffee shop. The real one. Lucy’s kneeling in front of me, picking up the pieces of a shattered coffee mug.

My eyes involuntarily searched for the lock Katherine had locked. "You can't find it," Mike said, staring down at me. When he noticed the confusion on my face, he added, "The very next day, I sent a locksmith to unlock Katherine's lock. It was never meant to be locked because"—he lifted his hand, showing the lock of our names—"this love lock was meant to be locked." I crossed my arms around his torso as I hugged him. His arms came around me, pulling me closer to him. "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.