Sing Unburied Sing Quotes Novels & Stories

In my previous life, my Alpha mate buried me and my daughter alive as sacrifices to resurrect his first love. After being reborn, I personally took everything from him and sent him to hell! … Serafina Pike heard my words and grabbed Ethan Horn's arm while sobbing. "Ethan, since the Luna refuses, let's not force her. It's not her responsibility, after all."

Cathy Miller deleted her Instagram post not long after. I let out a cold laugh and sent Mike Tyler a message. [Let me know when you're free so we can get a divorce.] He didn't reply. I handled my mom's funeral alone. Three days later, at the crematorium, the staff placed a small urn of ashes into my hands. It was only then that Mike finally called. "What the hell do you mean by this?" he demanded. My voice was calm. "Exactly what it sounds like."

GRAVEYARD~~ EVENING Olivia buried her daughter with the same hands that once held her the first time she entered the world. Nobody came with her to the graveyard, but she did not want anyone there anyway. At that moment, all she wanted was silence. She sat beside the freshly covered grave and slowly placed her trembling hand on it while tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks. All these years, she had only dreamed about Lily receiving a new heart and finally leaving the hospital healthy. Never once had she imagined burying her instead.

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You gotta dance like no one's watching Love like you'll never be hurt Sing like nobody's listening And live like it's heaven on Earth. ~William. W. Purkey.

I repeated, my voice flat and empty. "Where is he buried?"

LUNA Somewhere in this world, there are beaches. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, strolling barefoot on the sand, inhaling the salt air, tanning under the sun. Somewhere in this world, there is a girl like me, running along the shores, her hair swaying in the wind, her eyes so bright, her laugh so loud that everyone looking at her wonders how happy her life is. —Luna's journal Smile. Don't show your teeth. Open your eyes. Don't open your mouth. Smile.

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

Clad in a jogging suit, she embarked on a lengthy walk, hoping it would grant her the deep, peaceful sleep she had been lacking for the past three days. As she jogged through the area, an old graveyard caught her eye. Attempting to change the song on her headphones, she was interrupted by a chilling scream that made her scan her surroundings. Intrigued and a bit unnerved, she noticed an SUV in the graveyard, surrounded by men fervently digging. "What the heck?" she muttered, taking cautious steps toward them. Amidst the secret activity, a familiar voice reached her ears. "You said to bury you in the graveyard, but you didn't specify alive or dead?" The speaker remained unseen, adding an eeri

"He must've been so desperate to live off a woman that he has lost his mind. To think he's pretending to be a dead man, whose body must've turned to dust by now!" "I know, right? I can't believe he's trying to pass himself off as the husband of the richest woman in the city! He should take a good look at himself in the mirror first." Suppressing my rage, I ignored the chatter around me and walked toward my parents' urns, which had been used to prop up some flowerpots. I wanted to dig them out of the soil and rebury them properly, but Melissa beat me to it. She kicked the urns with her sharp heels, and they shattered instantly. My parents' ashes spilled across the ground, mixing in with the d