No Estoy Muerto Novels & Stories

VALENTINA I'm not dead. Not completely. Not yet. I can hear. Can think. Can't move. Can't speak. Body shut down but consciousness remains. Trapped. Aware. Dying slowly. This is worse than death. This is the space between. Purgatory. Limbo. Whatever name applies. I hear Callum crying. Feel his hand holding mine. Hear Isla calling time of death. No. Not yet. Not gone yet. I try to speak. Nothing. Vocal cords don't work. Lungs aren't breathing. Heart isn't beating.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

“If you die, I will forgive you.” In the end, Anthony did not follow me any further. I crossed mountains and seas and climbed to the icy tundra, finally returning to my son’s side. The Alpha of Icefield Pack looked at me. “You really want to join our pack? You know we’re poor, cold, and not much for socializing…” “It doesn’t matter. My son is here.” Only in the Icefields could his body be laid to rest. If I lost that final memento, I would surely go mad.

"Dreanna, you are not dead, right? You promised me that you'll wait for me until I can get you. So, hold on to that promise and wait for me..." Note: How was it, my dear readers? The drama is certainly escelating hahaha! Enjoy reading!

He is the only one that God has taken from me! “Oh God! Mom!!” I sighed and quickly ran inside the mansion. There were many people inside, mostly servants. I slowly approached the coffin, I could see his face. Suddenly my tears ran down my cheeks and I hugged his coffin. My chest is so tight, I feel like I died too. I couldn't feel anything, I could only cry. "Mom!!" I shouted at him. My mother is not dead yet. He's still alive! It's just a dream.

“Then it’s done.” “What next?” I asked as he gave me a little space. “Well, now you die,” he said and my face drained of color. ‘Nadia Elora is presumed dead.’ I stood stiff, seated before my vanity as maids poked and decorated pieces into my hair. The television spoke loudly explaining “my death” in some important way. Still maintaining that I was a delusional crazy fan of Greg’s. How divine. “Turn that off,” I commanded and the television went still.

He told them as they all nodded and look at the door as I wasn't in front of them. "I am right here, I am freaking alive, stopped acting like you don't see me standing in front of you!" I waved my hands in front of their face. But they can't see me, and I don't know why. I am not dead. I am healthy and aliveness. "Please tell Anna, that I am alive, doctor. Please I know you can do that, I just want to be in her arms again." I cried as a I fell into my knees in front of the door. Nobody couldn't hear me, it was like I was a ghost to them. Was I really dead?

"Wait, so are you trying to imply that I'm also dead back there on earth?" "Yes, we can say that. You're neither dead nor Alive. You're in an unconscious state and that explains it… you just have to hope that the doctor is able to get you to regain your consciousness," the strange being explained to me and then vanished off before I got a chance to ask any more questions. This was the worst moment of my life because there was no one to speak to and it felt like I was in a shell without hope. I wanted to yell but I knew it would only bounce back on me. A deep sigh escaped from my lips as I continued to hope someone would come to me again.

He says as a matter of fact. “ No. ” I lift my gaze to his eyes, denying his claims. “ I am still in this world, Dustin. As long as I am here…I am not really dead. ” The sound of my rapid heartbeat fills the space between us. I step away from him and shake my head. “ And as long as I am alive…I will never let you die. ” My voice is firm, free of doubts. “ Is that what you were sent to do? ” His lips curve from the corners into a soft smile—one that leaves me restless.

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.