Requiem Novels & Stories

The doctor's voice was quiet, heavy. "Mr. Lousteau... I'm sorry. We did everything we could." Elroy pulled the sheet back, staring at my still face. His legs gave out. He hit the floor, mumbling over and over, "I don't believe it... I don't believe it... I don't believe it..."

And it would be a biased choice to make if I choose to hate my father even after knowing everything. The car was parked exactly where it was parked earlier. Only that the driver is now asleep. I smiled at the sight of Brett leaning onto the steering wheel, his eyes close with just a little peaceful look on his face. The only time one is really peaceful, relieved of all the worry even if it is just a temporary state of mind, is when they are sleeping, when they are not conscious enough realise that they have things to worry about.

Though words elude him in this moment of profound sorrow, his silent vigil speaks volumes of the love and pain that he carries within his soul. “I love you, Audrey -” he finally confesses and then they close her coffin. As the last of the mourners depart, leaving the graveyard empty, the first drops of rain begin to fall, creating a gentle patter as they meet the earth. The sky above darkens, heavy with clouds, and the rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. Kalix stands amidst the downpour, his body drenched by the rain, the cold droplets mingling with the tears that stream down his face.

Tristan ordered Britney to play some music wanting to ease the tension. Tristan remained with the rest for a few hours before he left the crowd. He found Callie laying down in the treatment room looking vacantly into nothing. She frowned when she noticed him standing there. “Up.” He ordered her. Callie sat up slowly and it looked like she was still a little dizzy. She managed to get to her feet. “Let’s go.” She had a lumpy bruise on her temple and a cut there. The nurse had cleaned it up nicely.

Donovan, Kesha, Chloe, Casen, and Severn wind garlands of white roses and poppies around the pyre—to tether his spirit until his journey is done. Corinda, Mike, and Seth anoint him with the scents of rose, willow, and lily—so the goddess will know him as her own. Do these rites work? Who knows. But tonight, they give us something sacred: comfort. And we’ll take every scrap of it we can. When the rituals are complete, Meredith calls, “Bella. Jamal. Children. Come say your goodbyes.” Bella sobs, collapsing against me. I steady her and help her stand. We walk to the pyre together.

Panni hissed. "You won't have to say it in words," the youth replied. He reached for a heavy iron lever on the wall. "The body speaks in vibrations. When we induce a 'Grief State' in your nervous system through the brass cuffs, she will feel it. She will feel your heart break, and she will believe he is gone." "You're a monster," Panni said. "I am an Engineer," the youth corrected. "I am simply optimizing the output. Prepare yourself, Saint. The 'Requiem' begins now."

Her gaze was fixed ahead, searching for the small, freshly tended grave that had occupied her thoughts for months. > “I… I hope you can hear me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Her hands trembled as she knelt beside the tiny headstone. It was simple—just a small slab of polished marble, engraved with her baby’s name and dates too short to encompass a lifetime. Fresh flowers rested on the soil, petals slick with morning dew. > “I’m sorry… I didn’t protect you. I… I wasn’t there…” Tears welled up, spilling over as she pressed her palm against the cool stone. Her chest ached with a pain that had never fully healed. It wasn’t just loss—it was regret, guilt, and love entwined so tightly it th

"No, Colleen, I love you, and you love only me. No other man can give you the life you want. I can give it to you." I was about to tell him off when Caleb's voice came from behind. "Who says I can't give my wife the life she wants? Oh, the legendary Mr. Johnson from that family of virtue? "Adrian, your company's gone, and even this 100th-day party is funded by borrowed money. Yet you're still drooling over my wife?" Seeing Caleb in person, Thomas visibly shivered and whispered to Adrian, "Adrian, isn't this man Caleb Lamb, the richest guy in the city?"

Chapter 9: The Lies of Sleeping Dogs Through the little rivulets of water running off his umbrella, Liam Norris watched them lower his father's coffin into the damp Donegal earth. As the priest's muffled blessing came to an end, the pall-bearers, unhitching the ropes from the now invisible handles with just a fraction too much haste, started back up the hill towards the church, followed by the priest with his own large black umbrella, and the two rain-soaked altar-boys who hurried ahead with little pretense of reverence. The mourners, a group of seven or eight rather shabbily-dressed men of his father's generation, ambled over to Liam and Francie and solemnly shook Liam's hand one by one, lo

The air was thick with sorrow, and the quiet murmur of grief rippled through the crowd, punctuated by the occasional sob that broke the silence like a crack in a glass. Bella’s casket rested in the center of the open grave, draped in a blanket of white lilies and roses—flowers that spoke of innocence and purity. The atmosphere was heavy with loss, the weight of finality pressing down on everyone present. As the priest led the funeral prayers, the rhythmic sound of his voice contrasted sharply with the raw emotion etched on the faces of those gathered. Family, friends, and well-wishers stood in tight circles, their hands clasped, heads bowed, trying to find solace in the ancient words of pray