Sans Dies Novels & Stories

I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again. I was my own business man and at least I didn't have to die every couple of years out of suspicion of not aging. Now that vampires were out we were safe to keep our businesses and die when the time was right. It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died.

I asked. Her eyes were moist like something frightened her. She put her hands on my arm and lean on my shoulder. "You died in our dreams, Selene," "Our dreams?" I repeated the words as if to confirm if I heard it wrong. She nodded. "Albert and I had the same dream," I was quiet for a while then I smiled at her. "I will live more years, Sienna, believe me. Nothing's gonna happen to me, okay?" Thirty-seven years to be exact.

Me praying silently and Kira-crying in the embrace of Sir Flinn. I closed my eyes again as I heard the signal. Then we heard the doctor say, “Time of death, 8:45 pm.”

He refused to step in. “What the hell did Jane do?! Why does the room stink so badly?!” The butler hung his head and did not dare make a sound. He only occasionally stole glances at Jacob. “My condolences, Mark,” said Jacob grimly as he removed his gloves. Mark’s yelling faded abruptly, and he removed his fingers from his nose. “Condolences? For what?” He went up to Jacob and stared at him. Jacob avoided his gaze and pointed at my body. I could not even see my face anymore.

Minus shouted. I wanted to be pissed at the way he said “she,” but at this point, I had some of the same thoughts. Why was I here? Why had my uncle asked Minus and me to be here at the same time, when he’d done everything in his power to separate us and keep us apart eight years ago? My uncle said nothing for several seconds, but quietly motioned for Minus to re-take his seat, before finally breaking the silence. “I’m dying.”

The bodyguard rushed toward Everly and was able to grab her hand in time. "Ms. Hilton, please don't do this. We won't be able to answer to Mr. Synder if you die." "Fuck off. I don't care about that. I'll never be his match when I'm alive. I'll definitely haunt him and all of you after I die." Everly's voice was very loud. It didn't sound like she was a dying person at all.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

I wish I could bring you back. I wish you could smile again. I wish we could talk again. I wish we could still hear your voice. I wish I could tell you how much we love you. I wish I could tell you and convince you this is not right. I wish to convince you that you had no right to end your life. I wish you would come back. If these wishes cannot come true, then, I pray to God to burn those, who made you commit suicide, in the fires of hell forever. Above all, I still wish you could come back. We Love You. You will always be missed, Sheffali. Rest in Peace.