The Dead Romantics Novels & Stories

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

He grunts, pained and thrashing harder against his thick comforters. He can't determine what's real and what's not, all he can hear is the shrill sound of screaming. Death, pain, agony; the mantra rips past him in waves too grandiose for his suddenly small body. He can't escape. The cloak of death, it's a maiden's call of deceit when it wraps around his neck in sweet seduction, taunting him with the image of what he desires most. The image pools down his feet in luscious heat while monsters awake in the shadows.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

“I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?” Her words were too harsh, and Joshua could not accept it. With an ashen face, he shook his head. “Don’t. Stop talking.” Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlik

(26). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 26: Over “Zane! Just give up! We’re lost!” “We are not lost, I recognize this place!” Zane trekked on, determined. The afternoon sun was baking him like a casserole, leaving him drenched in sweat, but he kept moving. “We’re walking in circles,” Ryder heaved, falling onto his knees. Blake hoisted his classmate back up by his arms.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> They buried an empty casket two days later. The service ran short. White tent, a grey sky threatening rain that never quite arrived, and a priest reading words that fell on people too distracted by their phones to absorb them. Damon stood in the front row with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression arranged into something that passed for grief from a reasonable distance. Killian stood slightly apart, which nobody commented on. Twins processed things differently. Everyone knew that. Nobody questioned it.

" I looked at Charlotte's confident profile and felt a hollow, bitter laugh rising in me. This was the woman I had loved enough to die for. Even after my death, I was nothing but a coward she could use and manipulate at will. Charlotte still didn't know that the "bastard" she was using to threaten me had already been killed by Leo on a cold, rainy night.