Love Beyond Death Novels & Stories

“How could you believe these, I never once made you doubt my loyalty to you even as your contracted wife, Ethan.” “I know Elah, I allowed my jealousy to get the better side of me.” “Ethan, how do I know this is not just another of your games?” I asked, skeptical. He shook his head, despair in his eyes. “I lost everything, Elah. I lost you. I lost myself. I can not change the past, but I want to make amends.” “If I was joking, I wouldn't be here kneeling in public and telling you how much I want you Elah. You have shown me what true love really is. I had not experienced the kind of love you showed me during those times we were together.”

Death. Was she at the door of death? But wasn’t in the sorrow of death were the proof of love, of the bonds that existed beyond this reality, beyond the spacetime, matter and energy that made the world real? Didn’t she knew that she would never leave this world alive? Yet for her part she intended to leave the biggest and most beautiful footprint she could. She wanted to give him an heir. A souvenir of their love, the countless heated nights. Maybe his wolf be right next to hers, that it was together they walk, together they could leave a path to guide their love.

I add as they both walk out of the closet too. "Janice he's right. If we should be anything,it's to be thankful right now. Let's just leave and not fight it out. Please?" Lucy begs her and shakes her shoulders slightly. She sighs and turns to look at the jug of water still on the table. She walks towards it and fills the cup sitting next to it. She lifts her balaclava up a bit, stopping it on her nose so she can drink the glass of water which she gulps down in two seconds .

She asked her, and she got silent thinking about all the moments she has spent with him. Most people will tell you that there is nothing like love-shove. “Just a few months of drama, and then you just cry,” they will tell you with no sense of sadness. But is it really true? Do they really believe that love does not exist? Here is the harsh reality. We all know that love is the most beautiful emotion. We all know that nothing touches your soul like true love. But when you don’t get that real love, we become bitter about it in our subconscious. I am not calling people liars or fake. No. They are just burning from what they thought was love. And those flames of regret, those flames make them bi

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Or worse… someone who thought I was worth something. Maybe they planned to sell me. Or harvest my organs. Or— Oh God, please, no. I don’t want to die like this. I haven’t even had my first real kiss! I mean—yes, I was married, but it was just a contract. I hadn’t even felt married. I hadn’t had love. Real love. And I wanted to see Mama and Kuya again. They needed me. I couldn’t die now. Why didn’t they gag me, though?

Emily refused. Death stood up. "I'm just going to leave you here for a while." He started walking. "Wait!" Emily yelled. Death stopped on his track. He then turned to look at Emily. "Don't leave me alone here." Emily can't look Death in the eye. Death walked back towards her. He then offered his hand to her. Emily held it tight. Both of them walked around the soul waiting area while holding each other's hands. Death's hand feels rough and cold but Emily finds it satisfying. For Death, Emily's hands feel smooth and warm. the sensation makes him feel a strange satisfaction. Emily looked around but she didn't pay attention to the things she is seeing. They just kept on walking. They bumped int

'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. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

But instead, a bitter realization tasted like ash in my mouth. Leaving meant admitting the truth I had spent years trying to bury: Loving Adrian Michael had been the most catastrophic mistake of my life. A small, jagged smile curved my lips. Not that he had ever noticed. Not that he had ever cared to look. I shook the thought away, standing up to stretch my stiff limbs. The quiet of the penthouse felt eerie tonight, like the calm before a storm. Adrian wasn't home yet, nothing unusual there. He was likely with Melissa Peterson, or perhaps surrounded by the hollow laughter of his wealthy circle at some exclusive club.

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.