No Estoy Muerto Novels & Stories

I Frown, not liking the word "friend" "Oh you mean your friend who tried to murder me ?" "She didn't try to murder you, she did murder you, you died " "I what?" I ask panicking, "No, I can't die now I'm 19 for fuck's sake, I have a brother and parents I attend highschool , I have a life, I fidget "Laura, you died but you aren't dead" I look at snow, what does she mean by that, she' is beginning to sound like a crazy teenager,

“No, no, no—” My whole body started shaking violently. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. “He can’t be dead,” I said, my voice breaking.

It just showed me, what great leader she would be. "What are you?" Someone in the crowd yelled. A smirked was begin to grow on my lips. " I am a ...Lucan princess! I have lived many lives and now I am one of few left of my species!" I yell out , to make sure everyone could hear me. Hundreds of gasps were heard after my statement. After a moment , people started to yell "Lies!" "Lucans are extinct!" "Liar!" "Kill this impostor!" "They all died after the Great War."

"It's me Noel. And Yes I have Scarlett with me. Don't look for us because you won't find us and Yes. She is not dead. I just had it all planned out!"

~Lyra~ You think I died, folks? Oh, come on, baby. Seriously? It’s me. Lyra. I’m right here. I’m alive, I’m breathing, and yes, I’m still talking too much because I would actually go insane if I stayed quiet for even a minute.

I’m not done with you yet. One. Darkness. But not death. Not yet. Not ever, if I had anything to say about it.

he says carefully, "you need to consider the possibility…" "He's not dead." The words come out flat and immediate. He pauses. "You can't know that." I laugh, but there is nothing kind in the sound. "I'm bonded to him." I pull my collar aside, though he has seen the mark before. "I would feel it if he died. The bond would break, snap, something." The thought rises fast and cold beneath that certainty: would it, though? Wouldn't it? I force it back down. "It hasn't," I say. "He's alive."

“He's not dead.” A breath of relief whooshed out of me only to be short-lived. “….But he's fighting for his life.”

“ Yes, and you know what? I'm actually prepared to die, because life definitely isn't worth living anymore.” *Wait,what?*

Until I’m standing here and she’s right in front of me— And I still can’t reach her. Not the way I want to. Not the way I thought I would. Her voice comes out again. Quieter. But heavier. “You’re not dead.”