Love You To Death Book Novels & Stories

--- ### The Protest of Stillness "Rowan, Leo, listen to me!" I shouted, grabbing both of them. Rowan's arm felt like cold plastic. Leo was staring at the sky with a vacant smile. "Don't react! Don't feel anything! If we stop being 'Interesting,' the Reader will close the book!" "I don't... understand," Rowan said, his voice a flat, synthesized drone. "What is... 'interesting'?" "The love!" I said, tears streaming down my face. "The love we had! The pain! We have to kill it! We have to become nothing so they’ll leave us alone!"

"You've changed Death. I don't love you anymore. You aren't the Death I loved and decided to leave heaven for." - To be continued

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

He cocked his head to the side. "Fuck yeah," he nodded. "How would I explain to your father and the rest of the world that Caterina Mari Santelli is found dead in the middle of a ceasefire concerning Lucas De Marchi?" The thing that grew in my gut deflated like a balloon popped by a needle. Foolish Caty to think that Lucas really cares about you. I didn't answer him, instead I tried to close my eyes again knowing that in no time, sleep would return. "Get a fucking room and rest Lucas," I ordered wearily. I heard him chuckle.

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

I stood behind the curtains, watching coldly. Once, I had loved her more than anything, but she cast me aside like garbage. Now, all I felt toward her was disgust and hatred. Jessica and Amelia—one was once my sister, the other my fiancée. They used to be the most important people in my life. Now, they were like stray dogs in the rain, shut out by me without mercy. In the end, fate always made sure they paid the price for their choices. I turned from the window, a faint sneer curling on my lips.

The things Kat had learned, in no particular order: 1) Reading e-books were not as fulfilling as reading physical copies; 2) There were so many websites in the world and just thinking about it made her head spin; 3) The dark web is a myth; and, 4) People should be investing in a grand scale research about the aftermath of death because none of the things she found were helpful. Seriously, if she read another cutesy paranormal theory again, she'd snap. Needless to say, the whole research venture—which only lasted two days—was the most frustrating episode of Kat's life. Nothing clicked with what she already knew, with what was real. In pure desperation she decided to look up Auric Johnson, onl

After Six Months “You didn’t shed a single tear when he was your love. You loved him before marriage. You couldn’t even live without him but that day you didn’t even shed a tear on his death. Did you even love him?” Hearing that slight voice, tears came to the eyes of the girl lying in front. On hearing the last question, her eyebrows knitted together as if she was not even allowed to ask this question. She shook her head slightly. “So start crying, Vittoria, you have to cry for him. Aren’t you sad about his death?”

He whispered my name, his voice carrying a terror and anguish I had never heard from him before. But the only answer was silence. I watched him bury his face in his hands, muffled sobs leaking through his fingers—like a lone wolf who had lost his entire world. Belated devotion is cheaper than dirt. I hovered before him and spoke softly, my voice calm and flat: "I've finally died, just as you wished. So why bother pretending you ever loved me?"

“Leave my parents out of this.” “Catalina, please don't concede to an even lower IQ level. It's cringe to watch. The world ending includes their death and yours, you are all part of the world after all. Nevertheless, your parents have only 12 months to live. I will reap their souls then so whether you made a deal with me or not, is irrelevant because they would still die after the twelfth month.” My grip tightened. I looked up, immediately expelling the tears building in my eyes.