The Dead Romantics Novels & Stories

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "I'll leave Ari in your care then, Mr. Larkin." Ariel furrowed her brows as she found the way Lucas said that a bit strange. Jayson did not react any differently. "Of course." It was almost impossible to tell whether Jayson was really being sincere when looking at his proper and elegant demeanor. Lucas paused briefly. He took another glance at Ariel. Then, he left to meet his girlfriend. Ariel had placed a lot of importance on the ceremony for Elena's third death anniversary since it marked the closure point of their grieving her death.

I tried to dodge the attack, but I slipped on a rock underfoot and crashed into the wall. Pain shot through my still-healing wound, and a cold sweat broke out as I froze in place. Seeing this, Gerald sneered and advanced slowly with the knife in hand. "If it weren't for you, Meghan and I would've been married by now! Now, I'm going to send you to where you belong." As the knife was raised, I closed my eyes tightly, full of bitter resentment. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh pierced the air. My heart skipped a beat. I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came.

Leaning back in the lounge chair on the balcony, I savored the cigar's rich aroma. Suddenly, the front door swung open. "Lucas, we have a guest. Please tidy up the guest room," Sophia called out. I looked toward the man behind Sophia. Dressed in a casual suit, tall and slender, with charming eyes, he was the perfect image of a romantic dream. Noticing my gaze, he deliberately tilted his head, exposing the red mark on his neck, then took Sophia's hand. "Soph, maybe I should stay in a hotel after all." She soothingly reassured him, "No need. Don't worry. Make yourself at home."

I hovered around her, quietly watching this scene. I really did not understand. I was dead. What was the point of her doing all this? So that she could be moved by her own actions? Or was she trying to lighten her guilt? I realized that I did not know her at all. Even after my death, I still did not know her. It was not until the evening that Nate grimly kicked the door open and stuffed my urn into her arms. "I finally know why you and Jason are together. You two are equally nuts! Just get lost!"

"After you die, I'll go join Melinda too." Rosie closed her eyes in despair as the icy water closed over her. The suffocating fear grew stronger and stronger, and her consciousness gradually blurred. Love that came too late was nothing but the last fading light of dusk. 'Blake, do you regret it now?' I saw Blake close his eyes in agony. A tear slid from the corner of his eye and fell into the bathtub, disappearing into the water. "Melinda…" he murmured hoarsely, his voice filled with pain and regret. I smiled bleakly and wondered if Blake finally realized his mistake.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

I prayed that they would be blessed with parents who truly loved them in their next lives. "Caroline, you must hate me." I turned to see Emery. He had come to his children's funeral after all. The man standing before me looked unrecognizable. He was unkempt, and his clothes were hanging loosely on him. In just a few days, he seemed to have aged a decade. His eyes were hollow. They were filled only with exhaustion and sorrow. He mumbled, "In our past life, I caused your death. In this one, I almost sent you to prison. You risked everything to save my children, and I treated you like a criminal."

" All of us had something we were hiding from back in our packs, D was the only one who seemed to have a place for us here. Everything was great and then you and your girlfriend came with problems we haven't even imagined. Were we wrong to open our dates to you?" " You mean that D is dead?" Roman asked, still dumbfounded by that news. " Yes, you and your girlfriend have killed her." A man said. " Her death will not be in vain. I promise you this. I will find another safe space for you all because this is all my fault." Roman said. " Yeah right. No one is taking your promise seriously...just fuck off" One of them said. Roman and Aidan couldn't even get themselves to look at D's corpse as they

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

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