The Dead Romantics Novels & Stories

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

Since this was what Mila wanted, Liam took her back to the forbidden room as soon as the sun had set and the atmosphere inside the castle became more lively than it was during the day. However, sadness, terror and fear still hang in the air due to Elder Rang's completely unnatural death. They couldn't blame anyone for this because they had absolutely no idea as to who was so brave and didn't have the thought to attack and kill the elder as well. Of course there is an assumption that develops among the vampires that it was Mila who killed Elder Rang because she had previously killed Elder Elena in the dungeon and witnesses who saw the incident recounted the horrific incident in excess.

He was always alert, always ready, even in moments like this. “I can’t remember the last time it was this quiet,” I said softly, breaking the silence. Ethan glanced at me, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Enjoy it while it lasts. It won’t stay this way for long.” I nodded, knowing he was right. Quiet moments like these were fleeting, and they always felt bittersweet—reminders of what we had lost, of the lives we used to live.

Because of the voice recording that was sent to everyone in the Frosthowl pack, all werewolves heard about Matthew's affair and his forcing his Luna to commit suicide by jumping into the lake. His image of a devoted lover was completely shattered. Ever since I, the Frosthowl pack's Luna Amber, took my own life, Matthew became a little deranged. During the day, he would always sit by the lake, mumbling to himself. Werewolves who had seen him would criticize him. "His scandal has been exposed. Why is he still pretending to be devoted? Does he still think that he has the image of a loyal partner?"

"I was a bad boyfriend. I caused her, her life and dreams... You're a beautiful girl. I don't want to exploit. You deserve a true lover, not me. Please get undressed and kindly leave my room. Don't worry, I won't tell my parents about what happened." "Oh, thanks a lot, Sir. You've saved me from disgrace. May you find a way in your heart to get over Rose's death. You're now a good man and I wish you'll continue that way." Mary got up from her knee, got her clothes, got dressed, and left his room feeling fulfilled.

"It was our favoritism toward her that nurtured her greed and ambition. We enabled her. That's why she dared to do all this to you." "Jocelyn… are you scared down there? Mom and Dad will come to you soon, okay? From now on, we'll take good care of you… protect you…" Then, without hesitation, they pulled out surgical knives and stabbed themselves. Even I, drifting in the air, was startled. I hadn't expected such a decisive ending. Soon after, their bodies were discovered by patrolling nurses. Joel did not honor their will to be buried with me. Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea.

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

Aunt Olivia, on the other hand, could barely contain the grin on her face. I then said, "Mom, Dad, and Draco passed away so suddenly, so I'd like to wipe down their bodies and fix them up again to give them a more decent send-off." I covered my face and went into the kitchen under the sympathetic yet approving looks of the crowd. I looked at the water boiling rapidly in the pot and smiled, wondering how they would handle this since they were so good at playing dead.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu