No Estoy Muerto Novels & Stories

Born: September 26, 1997 Died: April 2, 2020 "No... no! Tyron, no! W-why?! Why did you leave me?!" Trembling, my whole body touched its tombstone accompanied by very loud screams and groans. It takes out all the resentment that has accumulated in my chest. But with each drop of my tears, my chest grew heavier and my heart broke. Why don't you fight... "This can't be, no Jennifer, it can not be!" I turned to Jennifer, depressed and begging.

“That must be the reason why it was so cool. Also, she is not dead.” “In your wildest imagination, ma'am!” Jojo told me and smiled.

“You’re joking.” “I do not joke.” “Of course you don’t,” I muttered. I dragged a hand down my face, trying to steady myself. “Okay… okay…” I whispered. “Let me get this straight, i pointed at them.'' “You’re telling me I’m not alive, and that I’m not exactly dead either.” “And now I have to pass some kind of test… to earn my way back?” “Correct.” My hand dropped slowly. “And if I fail?” I paused.

She continued to let her weight toss the chair forward and backwards. "As you can see Jammy, I'm fine and still alive. You see Jammy, I was thinking about something yesterday, you know, all my friends are dying and who knows, death might be outside just waiting for you to go out and he'd come to me. I might just be the next. But you know what, Jammy? I'm sure going to make sure I have enough coffee before I die."

“But I think she’d feel better if she just got it into her stomach directly. Poppy is studying my face, like a mother hen watching over her eggs to see if they are really hatching or if it is a false alarm. Like she’s not sure if I am really alive or not. But I am. I just need some time to remember how to be alive. “Did you die?” Poppy finally asks me. She pulls a chair from the window closer to my bedside, and I know she has to be exhausted. She’s been under a lot of stress. I want to thank her properly for helping to find me, but I can’t talk that much right now. Besides, I am still pondering her question. Did I die? “I don’t know,” I tell her. “Maybe a little.” “You can’t die a little,” P

"The pain you are feeling now is from your mate, he thinks that you are dead" " am I dead" I was bewildered " yes"

Well, hell, yeah. "Oh, really? What is it that concerns them?" Marve asked and sounded so curious about my cousin's purpose in telling her about us, who died long ago. "I need to let you know that... They... They are both... Alive. They are not dead." My cousin stated, feeling a bit anxious, and there was silence from the human being.

Death is inevitable. We can die in many ways and at any time and place. It is too early for me to die. I have not yet fulfilled my promises to my family. It's sad to think that I'm all alone but I'm still fighting for my life. After all, all I have is myself.

He thundered. "Then.. Am I dead?" Yeah, I really might be dead right now since I'm talking face-to-face a fictional character. "W-What? Are you sane right now? Obviously, you're alive and so am I," he looked at me, disgusted. "Oh.." Wait. If he's alive and I'm alive. Then shouldn't characters like him say that 'I'm not fictional anymore'? Isn't that every girl's dream? Oh my golly! This is all real! I just officially embarrassed myself in front of my favorite character of all time and made a fool of myself. I'm so ready to die now.

“I don’t think Ciara’s dead.” “What?” “I mean, I saw her. In a picture. She’s not dead… but I don’t think she’s really alive either.” My voice was barely a whisper, the words catching in my throat as the chilling image of Ciara, dazed and lifeless, replayed in my mind. The implications were too horrific to fully process.