Love And Death Novels & Stories

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and he looked at me with genuine curiosity. “You wouldn’t understand the concept,” I said to him, my head still throbbing as I tried to stand up but couldn’t. “I want to,” he said softly to me. “Tell me what love feels like.” “Love is everything you can’t explain in words,” I said to him. “You can only feel it, give it and receive it.” “I knew the moment I told you Vincent was coming after you, that you’d do something crazy, you always do,” Death laughed as he told me. “I lied, Kiran, Vincent was afraid you were coming after him.” He giggled excitedly.

he thought. “If you love her then you need to show it before it’s too late. Tell her the truth before everything gets worse,” she said. Crown Prince nodded. “Love is one of the most powerful being in the world. It can make you hurt and happy at the same time. Even some who died for love can’t let it go. Can you imagine what it’s like to be dead and never have the one you love? Never to see them again. Don’t be that person. Love her while you’re still alive. Let her love you while she’s still within your grasp,” said his grandmother.

She closed her eyes and moved the blade across her throat. "No!" Ash grabbed her dagger before she finished the cut, but it was too late. She collapsed in his arms, and Ash laid her on the ground. He pressed the wound, but the blood and her life were quickly flooding away. "Why did you do that?!" His voice cracked, anger mixing with pain. Estelle gurgled as she fought for breath but still drew a faint smile. "You will die like me..." she wheezed. "Die... for love."

"If I kissed you and declared my love for you, would the outcome be any different?" He swallows, and I rest my case. If I'm caught running, I'm met with death. If I'm caught loving him, I'm met with death. Either way, I lose. "Regardless. You don't run from the person you love. Love is supposed to give hope, is it not?" "Love only gives hope if it's returned. A love not returned works like poison." Kade frowns, and a door opens behind the high bench. I tip my head down as the council members file into the room, the patter of their shoes against hard tiles setting doom deep in my bones.

I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us. After that hot, passionate, and unstoppable night with the man I truly love, I woke up only to find out that he will leave. He is bound to forget me, he is destined to met and turn his back from me, from the road where his future was not secure. Arthur has a flight for that morning. I saw his passport and his beautiful expensive name was written there. I am happy for him. I ham happy that he has future. I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me.

His feet dragging against the ground, his legs too tired to walk properly. The forest stretches beyond the horizon. Mountain peaks towering over the valleys, a place untouched for eons. Nature in its purest form. Death disguised as beauty, a place where you can spend the rest of your life in peace and tranquility. But there is a looming morbid force inside. Ready to rear its ugly head if you're not careful. It's, therefore, a place of love. Nature does not discriminate. It simply takes back what is rightly theirs. Nature and death are the two forces of love. They both allow everything to live and to die.

he is a cruel and ruthless god who knows no mercy. Do you think that what I say is heresy? Maybe yes, but I also know it's the truth. I have looked out into the other world, into the icy abyss of what some stupid people call the afterlife. I will tell you what death is. Death is the ultimate thief. It is stronger than love and more durable than time. You may wonder if it is possible that someone like me can talk about love. However, believe it or not, I have loved and known love.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

The burden of perfection settled on my shoulders, and my hands trembled even more. But much to my surprise, I finished the tie and pinned the brooch without doing a sloppy job. He tidied his shirt up, immersing himself in the thoughts of what I couldn't comprehend. Immediately the elevator opened, we walked into a room full of staff in suits. William was swept off by the crowd. I lagged behind, an image hovering in my mind and refusing to leave. I sighed. Why can't I forget that brooch? I've seen it before, in a magazine. It was a replica of the original brooch that a certain historical figure had worn which she supposedly made from the bones of her lover so they'd be together forever. The b

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 ===