Never Dying Book Novels & Stories

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

That had been lost to time, just like the warmth she had never really shared with me. For three long years in college, I chased after her, but she never gave me the time of day. It was not until our senior year, in the thick of our internships, that she got swamped with a tough case. I showed up with a homemade meal to cheer her up, only to run into a troublemaker defendant with a knife in hand. When I saw the knife heading straight for Yvonne, I did not think twice—I lunged in front of her. The knife went right through my lung, but in a weird way, I was lucky. That was when Yvonne started to see me differently.

… On and on they went, picking apart my life and marriage and dragging my name through the dirt, never knowing the man in the casket was still alive, counting down his final hours in despair. The pastor completed the last prayer, and the order was given to lower the casket. I struggled with everything I had, feeling every second tick away, but no one was coming to save me. I felt them carry me toward the plot. Right before they lowered me into the earth, I heard Celia lean in close against the casket. With much difficulty, I forced myself to mutter, "Help… me."

’ She says. ‘Not until I know why. I need to understand why, Nyx. Don’t take that from me.’ She huffed and then tapped into Aiden’s mind. ‘I want the final blow, mate.’ She said. Aiden looks over to me, “You will get the final blow. In fact, I’ll let you in on a secret, your father isn’t dying today. That would be mercy. He will not receive mercy from me.” I look at Aiden with one eyebrow raised and his eyes darkened. “Are you trying to give me the Mojito Effect?”

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

As I said, this book is dedicated to my friend, Jemmy who died of Complications from Sickle cell anemia in August 2020. I am glad I was able to fulfill my promise of writing a book dedicated to her... All Glory and Honor be unto my father in heaven, who allowed me to share this book with you all... Note, I love you all no matter who you are or where you are from... And, will always love you... You can check out my other books on this app and other ones... 1. Persistence: A story of a young eighteen-year-old lady who believed in the beauty of her dreams. ( Book is currently ongoing and available only on Good novel. )

Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories. "Then he'll be forever miserable, but it's not what was written here," sister Clarity said. "What happened next?" I asked, wanting to hear the end of it. I wanted to know why it was called everlasting love though they were gonna die knowing that angels don't die except for them. "No one knows what happened next." My brows crossed. "What? How come?" What kind of story was that? No conclusions at all. "No one actually knows who wrote this. Ancient people discovered the book with the last page missing. It was torn apart."