The Dead Romantics Novels & Stories

"You can't be saved, Romeo." Romeo stared at his body and realized that he was a little transparent. But no! Maybe this is a trick from Jordan, so he wants to make himself fall more. "No matter where I am. Let go of me, asshole!" "You can never escape, Romeo, for I have marked you. You are one of the victims and are currently experiencing the Last Dead! I don't need to explain what last dead is, do I?" Jordan grinned while Romeo was getting hammered. "No! There is no last dead, let alone the offering of being a slave to the devil. These are all unproven myths!" Romeo was furious. He was still forcefully trying to move his whole body.

Shattered. “Carmenta,” Romero’s voice rumbled against my back, quiet but immovable, “This is not what he wanted.” “He’s dead!” I hissed, struggling against his grip. “What does it matter what he wanted? He left me!” Romero didn’t flinch. “He didn’t leave! They killed him!” I thrashed once more, but his arms didn’t loosen. “You don’t understand—” “I understand better than you think!” His voice was low, but it cut. “You think you’re the only one who’s ever lost someone who mattered? You think mourning means setting yourself on fire?”

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

I crumpled in her embrace: "Sing me with the song of days past, Yola - so that we may please the ancestors, whose sacred ground we have raped." Yolanda's brown eyes flashed amber: "Then I shall sing the dead." Her melody poured forth, eviscerating, yet quiet, like a tender morsel of perfumed, candied roses, baked with apple pie: Sanctuary of autumn, a cairn of stones. Death is not proud, Death goes as a beggar dirty for alms outside the county parish, you pass by the sorrel-haired youth, and his laconic eye bespeaks a hunger, a timeless cave of wonders.

I ask. "Is there anything more romantic than Romeo and Juliet ? To love each other with such passion that you rather die than be without the other". She looks dreaming for a moment. "But remember, just because we talk about it and are drawn to the darkness, it doesn't mean that we want to die. Death is a reminder of how fragile life is, to live Your life while you can. Carpe diem and all that". I usually only use a bit of mascara, but Davina gave me the whole goth femme fatale makeover, she even take care of my eyebrows with a scalpel, which makes me just a bit nervous..

"What happened to him, and the fate of the nine men that were deceived?" "The dark lord was sealed by my duke, your father. Five of the nine men were slaughtered by me, and three had not been seen in years. They were known as Nazguls, or we called them the Black Riders. Not only that, they were always drawn to the weapons that killed their master, the soul nectar, because they believed it held the key to restoring their master's. " "So, you mean the Smiths are the ones that slaughter the dark lord Sensoi, then free Gordon and Gaea from the hands of the darkness?"

Darell said, still chuckling. Chris shrugged, "What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart." The three of them spent the rest of the night chatting and laughing, enjoying each other's company. It was moments like these that made the struggles they faced in their supernatural world all worth it. Marcelyn smiled and shook her head. "I'm happy for you both. It's great that you found someone special." Darell wrapped his arms around Marcelyn and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, it is. And speaking of finding someone special, I'm so glad I found you, Marcelyn. I don't know what I'd do without you."

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

I had no more time. IN SWEET LIBERTY’S BAR... Laura's p.o.v. I was looking everywhere. I knew how the stupid bastard Richard Valentino looked like. Another handsome scoundrel. A killer. And then I saw him. High. Muscular. Handsome man. A killer. He had tar-dark hair, which must have driven the girls crazy. But not me. His coal-black eyes looked at the bartender and told him something. 2 minutes later they brought him his order: Gin and Dubbonet. Specifically, served with a slice of lemon, two ice cubes and every last pip taken out.