Requiem Novels & Stories

Kissing him as she had done with the rest of her Mates. We assembled in the tranquil room where Karma lay, surrounded by an array of flowers and soothing music. Each of us shared heartfelt words, celebrating her life and the profound impact she had on ours. We expressed our deep love and sorrow, our voices trembling with emotion as we bid our final farewells. Karma's peaceful presence was a gentle sight, her beauty radiant even in eternal rest. The room was filled with the warmth of our memories, the flowers and music a testament to the love we shared with her.

Chapter 3 Aaron’s house was packed with mourners dressed in somber shades of black, murmuring condolences and exchanging hushed whispers. The air was thick with the scent of fresh lilies and the weight of fabricated grief. A large, framed photograph of Miranda rested on an easel, her smile frozen in time—a cruel contrast to the lies being spread about her even in death.

CHAPTER 18 TB The air was filled with the scent of incense and freshly cut flowers as the mourners prepared to bid their final farewell to Maria, Antonio's mother. The funeral procession wound its way through the streets, led by a sleek black hearse adorned with intricate gold accents. Behind it, a sea of somber faces followed, their eyes cast downward in respect. As they arrived at the cemetery, the sound of mournful music filled the air, played by a lone violinist standing atop a nearby hill. The melody was haunting, a traditional Italian lament that seemed to capture the sorrow of the occasion.

By the time I was done narrating everything to her, I could feel more tears forming in my nasolacrimal duct. Wordlessly, Mia engulfed me in another hug. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Mia. I hope you forget everything s—" Realizing what she was about to say, I aggressively pushed her away. "Forget? I'm never ever going to forget, Mia! I will make them pay for what they did to him. I will stop at nothing to see them fall to their knees, begging for a little mercy from me and that would be when I will have my laugh." I vowed, my voice dripping with venom. I was hellbent of avenging his death and I would stop at nothing to make my mission successful — it didn't matter what I had to do. I would gl

The cemetery was a quiet place, draped in the melancholic hues of late afternoon. Adrian Blackwood stood at the edge, the weight of seven years pressing down on him like a physical force. The sky above was painted in soft shades of amber and gold, the sun casting long shadows over the twin headstones that had become the focus of his monthly pilgrimage. In his arms, fresh lilies swayed gently in the wind. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, but it was fleeting just like the lives he had destroyed. The love he had lost. The future he could never reclaim.

Jackson slips down from the saddle without a word, reins dropped, and strides up as if he is a shadow cut loose from the world. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t join the circle. He walks straight to the coffin, every step slow, deliberate, weighted with something no one else can carry. When he reaches it, he lays his hand flat on the polished wood, fingers splayed wide, his head bowed. His lips move — words meant for Kiara only — words no one will ever hear. The first ropes tighten and begin their slow surrender, lowering her into the earth. The creak of them is unbearable — like the earth itself is protesting. White roses tumble after her, one by one, sinking into the silence of the grave to keep

Losing him was the worst nightmare she had seen with her open eyes and nothing could be worse than it. Him, dying in an accident, had left a huge scar over her heart, on her soul which would never heal. The pain, the grief... was always present, no matter how strong she always had been. “Aap phir ro rahi hai!” she quickly wiped her tears from the back of her hand, feeling his presence engulfing her in his embrace as soon as he sat beside her. The spicy cologne of his filled her nostrils and she took a deep breath, her heart feeling peace, feeling him drape his shawl over her shoulders.

"But I kinda know that I won't get far" "And you stood there in front of me just" "Close enough to touch" "Close enough to hope you couldn't see" "What I was thinking of" I increase my speed a little faster. "Drop everything now" "Meet me in the pouring rain" "Kiss me on the sidewalk" "Take away the pain" "'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile" "Get me with those green eyes" "Baby, as the lights go down" "Gimme something that'll haunt me whenever you're not around"

# Day 23 What do you want Agustin De Luca? You always wanted me to beg, to break me....I am fucking broken, I am fucking begging you, let me live.... You have already broken me into pieces now please have mercy and at least leave my pieces along, before no trace of me is left. ....................................................... # Day 24 I want you to be nothing more than a distant memory, or maybe not even that, is there any way to induce amnesia? ........................................................ # Day 25

Whenever you like! She ended the work day with a good sale and returned to her house. She felt very lonely. She started listening to music, while she prepared something to eat. The vegetable cream that she prepared was becoming thick while she stirred it little by little with a long spoon. That movement began to cause a dizzy sensation ... The bubbles began to form letters on the surface of the cream. She could not stop, or leave the place. Something strange was happening to him. She clearly read the name: Zara. She turned off the stove and left. It was clear in her mind that the name is the same that appears in the relief medal of Azrael's daughter ...