May Death Never Stop You Novels & Stories

" You will die!" What!

"Open wide." Kill me.

" But death is important, it's like life itself, you cannot defy death. " " I can do anything now, I'm just waiting for your acceptance. " .................... To be continued

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

Group hug it is. Finally !

she uttered with a smile as if she wasn’t talking about death a while ago. I glanced at her room’s open door but saw no one. I walked to the window. I partly moved the curtain on the side and on the front door stood a reaper in his hand was a scythe ready to send Grandma Harrison to the other side. Xyrus’ confusion was all over the place. “I told you...” Grandma said couching. I immediately went back to her side and squeezed her hand. “Why?” “Sealers couldn’t see her fellow sealer’s hand and we can’t see our own death either.” She gave back the tightness of my grip around her hand.

Nothing can stop them. The End.

Clear and unmistakable. Charlotte Dean. Certificate of Death. The words blurred as tears filled his eyes. “No…” his voice broke as he shook his head violently. “No! I don’t believe this. I don’t believe any of this!” His knees buckled suddenly, his strength giving way beneath him. Marcel moved quickly, catching him before he could hit the ground, holding him upright. “No! This is fake,” Nathan cried, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “Charlotte can’t be dead. She can’t!”

’ Maybe? @Death Wish

"Noelle, you've got to stay strong, okay? Brandon may be gone, but you still have me, your bestie. I'm here for you, always." Melissa Simmons clung to me, chattering away since the moment I showed up at the hospital. Glancing down at my hands and feet, it hit me—I had been given a second chance, sent back to the very day my husband Brandon Scott had died. In my previous life, I was at work when I got the news of Brandon's stroke. By the time I made it to the hospital, he was already gone.