No Estoy Muerto Novels & Stories

That would be the strangest… I laid there, not that I had the option to go anywhere else, as he shared stories of our times together, and had I been able to, I think I may have smiled. Can you smile if you are dead? No. I don’t think I am dead. Paralysed maybe? Sedated? I don’t know because nobody is telling me anything. Nobody knows I am stuck inside here. I think they think I am sleeping…

Dad said. "Her? Who is she? Why can't I remember anything? This is so frustrating!" I gritted out, hitting the table angrily. I glanced from mum and dad to Rachel, and watched them exchange awkward glances among themselves. It was then an eerie thought floated into my mind. "Am I dead?" I blurted out. Mum sighed and said. "Not yet, baby. That's why you have to keep moving because it's not yet time for you to join us."

"You are dead." "Wait... what?" I looked up at her. "You're dead. We buried you right next to your parents. So unfortunately, you can't just go back," she repeated like she didn't just drop a bomb. Her voice was very nonchalant, that monotonous tone still there like she hadn't just killed me. "What do you mean I'm dead? I'm here. I'm standing here," I asked, wondering if maybe they were crazy or something. Or was I the crazy one?

Don't Say You Love me - Fifth Harmony 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 Crushed! Die! Down! Dying! How to describe my current condition. I'm down. I feel like dying. I did not expect my fate ended tragically like this. Who wants herself like this? Nothing! Only one thing I can do. Cry! After three days of slumping, I shut myself in the room and could only cry. I remember, for three days, only one meal entered my stomach. Miraculously my stomach always feels full.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

Marcus growled coming towards me. “Nope.” I sighed. “I don’t think she is alive anymore, I just have this weird feeling about it all. I don’t know if I will feel if she is dead since we’re not mates, but I have a feeling she isnt going to be someone that you have to worry about anymore.”

She nodded to herself, her grin splitting wide, so wide I thought it might tear her face in two. “I’m not dead,” I said, forcing my voice to remain calm, level, though my heart thundered inside my chest. “Am I?” Her face brightened, her eyes widening with mock surprise. “Oh, you’re right. You’re not dead. Not yet. Don’t be in such a hurry.”

Is that a reason why I am alright to die now? Is my present not needed anymore? Is that why the comic and this world is killing me? i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being b

with my hand placed on my heart and the other one lifted I said. "Fine but on one condition," sitting upright she enunciates. "What!...?" With concern, I asked. "We are not dead and we are…… I didn't allow her " There you go again, Heaven we are dead…… "Mira, we are not dead," she insisted.

*I think your question should be… is she still alive? A headache fell hard on me, tears filling my eyes as I read the words with a shock I’d never felt before. My legs grew wobbly instantly and I had to grab the fridge’s handle to steady myself. “No.” I muttered, my body growing cold at once. No. This couldn’t be. It had to be some kind of joke. It just had to. Before I could type anything, another message came after. *The answer is yes. She is still alive.*