May Death Never Stop You Novels & Stories

Selena pov I register when something heavy falls on my body and his mark is burning painfully, I know he is dead and that brings me some relief through the pain. I can't move a muscle and it doesn't take long before I feel how my body starts to shut down bit by bit!

A beast that robs you of your natural identity and aspirations and puts you on a different path that continues in a straight line, always moving never stopping running stop breathing no don't do it standing keep running running otherwise you will know. Sometimes I feel like I'm about to crack. Hit the ground so hard that my face breaks and my fingers crumble and my chest explodes and then I realize it's already happened. And so it can happen, again and again and again, without any relief, because why? Because I am dead! Dead then, dead now, dead forever and ever. And there is no difference anyway because -

I kept struggling and screaming for freedom, gradually losing strength each passing second, then a voice alarmed from behind me, "Hey! Don't even bother; you'll be kept here forever... Slowly and in a silent way you'll stop moving and drifting to your death. Yes! You are heading straight to your doom. That's right; you need to know what's about to happen to you. You'll be slowly immersed into a cold, liquid state from which you won't be able to move from. Your body will stop fighting and will finally accept death. Yes, death! Now take in this feeling and be ready for it, you pervert!"

“STOP !! Stop if you don’t want this Beta and his child to die !” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I inquired. She shook her head, her focus still fixed on the tattoo-like inscription. "That looks like Russian." "It is," I confirmed, my voice steady. "It means 'Death doesn't end everything'. Just because my Mom is dead, that doesn't mean she is gone from the hearts of people who miss and cherish her. So, whenever you miss your parents, search for them, and you will find them in your heart. Okay?" Anya bobbed her head in understanding, her features brightening with a hint of a smile. "Okay, search for them and I'll find them in my heart," she echoed, her hand instinctively touching her chest as if to physically connect with the sentiment.

"Okay then, jump in." Soon enough, they are riding through the streets in silence. May was too busy admiring houses they passed while he was focused on the road ahead. When he got tired of the silence, he turned on the radio. Madison Beer's song 'Dead' started playing. The music filled the car, the words pouring out of the radio. "You said, you can't live without me. Then why ain't you dead yet? Why are you still breathing?" He was whistling to the song, obviously enjoying it. May didn't feel the same way. She could only hear the lyrics and it brought back old memories that melted her heart. Her soul was burning.

“It might be painful, full of days where you’d want to die.” You reached out, your hand warm against my head, your voice trembling just enough for me to notice the crack in your strength. “It’ll only be over when you give in. Because hell on Earth is what happens when you stop fighting.” You smiled faintly, the kind that hid too much. “Use the good memories to light you up again when everything starts to fade. Promise me, Paris — you’ll be cooler than me when you’re grown up.” I did promise. And now it’s your seventh death anniversary.

"Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night." Melody looked like a madwoman. "Later, I found that psychic again," she spat. "He was nothing but a fraud. My parents paid him well, so he pretended to be clever and made up a bunch of rubbish. But I wasn't satisfied. You deserved to die. I got this statue from him. He told me that if I stuffed a person's birth data and hair into it, I could burn that person's life away and make it serve me. So what if I copied your designs, Charlotte? It's a

No matter how many times she pressed it, the phone stayed dead. It was no different from Noah's heart—unmoved and unchanging no matter how much warmth she gave. She stared at the useless device for a long time. Then, she pulled out the SIM card, tossed the phone into the nearest trash can, and began walking home with slow, unhurried steps.

He stood before the cameras with red-rimmed eyes and a face full of despair, declaring, "My beloved Lyra isn't dead! She can't be! I'll find her. She's my only wife!" I took a sip of my coffee calmly, not feeling anything. Jude had never loved me this deeply before, and I never expected that my "death" was required to awaken his love. Nonetheless, I no longer needed anyone's love because I had every reason to love myself. Based on my dedication and work ethic, I was quickly promoted at the hospital. At the same time, I didn't give up my research in regenerative medicine. However, I never submitted any of my papers again.