Love Beyond Death Novels & Stories

“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!

“It is seen as a last resort, a terrible price to pay.” Damien’s gaze was wild, seeking any alternative, any loophole. “You said… Death or Love. What about the other path? Love?” Kieran’s expression lightened fractionally, a flicker of something less bleak entering his eyes. “The path of Love is different. It requires the same binding of the two bloodlines, but through an act of pure, unconditional Love. An act powerful enough to override the dark magic of the curse’s origin.” “An act of Love?” Damien scoffed, the brutality of the first option making this one seem impossibly vague. “What does that even mean? A grand gesture? A declaration?”

Outside my room, Reynold continued his frustrated ranting. He demanded, "Why? After all these years together, why does she want a divorce? Didn't she love me more than anything? How could this—" Brian cut him off with brutal honesty. "Have you forgotten? She just lost her child. And whose fault was that? "It was you, Reynold! You killed five of her children. Was that not enough? And let's not forget your mess with Monica. Be honest—who could tolerate that?" Reynold fell silent instantly, sliding down the wall until he sat helplessly on the floor. Brian crouched beside him and patted his shoulder.

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

Tasting the sweetness of the dessert mixed with the sweetness of her. Everything around them fades away. They are in their universe. Locked in a kiss. After what seems like an eternity, their lips part. Slowly. If you were to ask them, they shared a lifetime in one that kiss over the small dinner table. But you needn’t ask them. Its shows in their expressions. In the sparkle in her eyes. Brown and glints of gold. That is not the candlelight reflecting. It is coming from within. And his eyes. Large, calm, dark. Soaking in her light like a black hole. Keeping it all for himself. Rey began

When one of the wings is ripped from the left side of the plane and a giant whole is sitting where the other people should have been. My last thought should have been what my mother or father or brother would feel if I died, if I didn’t make it home. It should have been about my place at Princeton University and how I wouldn’t get to live out my dream. But as the plane started to reach the ocean below, my only thought was Jace, and how much I wish I could have told him I loved him one more time before everything went black.

After a few hours, she turned off the TV and went to bed. She always thought about her dad. He was an ex-convict accused of robbery. He was never really a likeable person. She wondered how her mother had put up with him or how she even married or better still, why she even married him. It had been three years since she, Mrs. Larissa Hernandez, passed away and her dad had still not changed. If anything, he got worse. He barely noticed Layla's existence and even if he did, he never cared. Layla wasn't too bothered about it anymore. She was different from her dad. She had a good job, was well paid and would soon move out. She was 25 and she was old enough to take care of herself. She would have

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

Lovato cried out as he pulled her falling body closer to him. "My love….I...I'm…" Mariza gasped, as she sucked in the cold air. "No, you can't leave me," Lovato reminded her. "I can't.... I can't lose you again..." "L-L...love..you"-Her voice was only a whisper now as she coughed out a volume of blood..."my dearest sir, who would have thought I'd be so lucky to find a man...as perfect as you-"That was it. There was no more left Marisa could say for Lovato. She was empty–just a lump of flesh - no life left in her whatsoever, she was truly and utterly dead ..

she said with a warm smile. "Of course, I'll be on my way," Tobias replied, and he left to get his car. Tina could not hold in her curiosity any longer, so she asked, "Lily? You knew, right? That she looks like Loveth?" Lily stared straight ahead, her eyes filled with memories as she said, "Loveth is dead!"