Lovely Peaches Death Novels & Stories

she continued as my eyes widened “Yeah, a party that was organized by your school mates. And before I continue Peach,” she paused and heaved another sign “Before I continue I want to be sure you can handle the other part” she said as I hesitated for a while before nodding. You know even I myself could not be so sure my psychological health could be able to digest whatever information it was that she was about to give. “No, no peach that nod is of uncertainty, you only nod when you are unsure of something” she added as I nodded again but this time more confident than the last time as I tried to make her believe I was psychologically ready for whatever it was she had wanted to disclose. “So, f

Peach replied quietly, her voice full of sorrow, “There are so many mysteries behind this whole thing. How my grandfather died, why everyone started targeting my mother and me... why my grandfather’s doctor and his lawyer went silent... why no one seemed to care... it's all such a mess...” Silence consumed them both as Peach fell quiet for a while before she whispered, “Mother and I are somewhat used to all the pain and suffering we've experienced over the years... We are Hayes, and that's our death sentence... for some unknown reason. But you, Elijah...” Looking up to meet his eyes, Peach rested her palm against his cheek as she brushed her thumb slowly against his cheekbone, caressing it g

“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!

Putting on a sweet voice, she said, “Mr. Rockefeller, you’re looking for me? Is there anything? Today, I… my body is not really up for it!” John replied, “Pepper, do you think I’m looking for you because of that kind of business? I am thinking of ways to kill that brat, Alex. I don’t know where that brat learned martial arts, he’s actually a fighter now. I can never get a good night’s sleep as long as he is alive and kicking!” Pepper cackled like a hen. “Mr. Rockefeller, you can sleep well tonight. I just received news that Alex’s car crashed into the East River. He’s dead.”

She later became my true love and my beautiful Luna. I sat on the upholstered ottoman that sat at the end of my bed. My mind sifted through my memories. We had carefree days, but they lasted only a short three years. I will never forget the day I was informed that Ambrosia had died from poisoning. To this day it still perplexes me. Our royal kitchen's known for its meticulousness. Why was everyone else unaffected?

A faint shimmer, like a second outline, rose gently from her body. Her soul. Death lifted her with a grace that felt sacred. There was no violence. No coldness. Only reverence. He held her as if she were something priceless. Something beloved. The baby laughed. A light, weightless sound of pure joy. Death smiled. It was barely there, but it softened him completely. He looked almost holy in that moment. Less shadow than light. Less ending than passage. The child’s soul pressed against him, her tiny hand brushing his chest. The glow brightened.

"It's not your fault. Everyone dies. Just sooner or later." I sat next to her, crying like I couldn't stop. After a while, she spoke soft. "Chloe, if I die, will you cry like this for me?" I jerked and shook my head. "No! You won't die!" She looked at me and scoffed. "Idiot. You don't have to lie. I know I'm dying." She paused. "Maybe dying isn't so bad. If I die, I won't hurt anymore. And Grandma won't be alone."

Still, it had given me a second life. After a moment of thought, I slowly nodded. [The female lead who shars your name, Maya Hayes, died unexpectedly. It caused the collapse of the world’s core structure.] [To stabilize it, we had no choice but to select suitable individuals from parallel worlds as substitutes for the heroine.] [You, sharing her name, suffering from terminal illness, and on the verge of death, were the optimal candidate.] The system’s mechanical voice carried a hint of guilt. [I’m sorry, but preventing world collapse is our duty.]

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.

But when all the hopes of a person are over, he dies while still alive. Today, all my hopes were over. When I came to know that the person whom I loved with all my heart had pretended to be in love with me. That's why I have decided to die today and I also want to die in such a way that everyone doesn't feel that I have committed suicide. They found my death an accident. Thinking all this, she reaches a bridge under which a deep river flows. She stands on the bank and starts looking into the river while continuously shedding tears. Something bad is going on in her mind that suddenly she hears someone's voice from behind.