The First Death Is In The Heart Novels & Stories

The enemy has been slain. "The black envelope I gave to you was called a death note. There are three types of a cause of death that you will be encountered," he was saying that's while raising his three fingers. He looks cute with that so I had to hold back a smile for him not to notice it while looking at him. Difficult but manageable. I guess, "the first one is the fated death means the human is fated to be death by the time being, in the short game over." he bored explained that somehow I understand. "The next one is the accidental death meaning they are not supposed to die but they have to, in order to balance the human world." This time he makes a serious face. "While the last one was t

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

His gaze is tender, he looks at me tenderly as if I were a little girl. —Our death by sun is a myth we spread, so that humans would think they were safe during day time. After all, we are supposed to be demonic and nocturnal creatures. —What about garlic intolerance? —Pure bullshit. —Would it kill you if someone put a stake through your heart? He laces his fingers with mine, placing my palm on his chest right where his heartbeat should be. — No precious. What is already dead cannot be killed. —What if you were cremated?

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Right from full hairline to his brow, his long lashes and his dark eyeball that keeps one drowning in love at first sight with him. I’m not saying I’m in love with him but anyone would have fallen in love with him at first sight. I’m way down his league and he will never stoop so low of himself, I will be a stain to him and he will definitely want to get rid of me before his pack members will hear about it. The more I think about it the more it seems so impossible to me, I hope desperately I don’t die from his rejections. I won’t fall for his short time lies and the care he’s showing to me, no I won’t be deceived this time around.

“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

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

It does not die from the cut. It dies because the pearl in my chest reaches through me and takes the rest of what it is. I feel the moment it happens. I feel its life-force leave its body the way water leaves a held cloth — slowly, fully, with a small pressure-shift that I am going to remember for the rest of my reign as the precise sensation of the first time I killed something on purpose. Its grey scales flake into the current. Its flat eye loses its film. It sinks past me in pieces. And the cairn-ring hums.

A place where no one could see or hear anything from outside. ‎My heartbeat spaced up to my throat. I felt suffocated. I started to wheeze as my chest caved in terribly. I pulled back on my arm and began to look around. ‎Anything, anything at all that might help me. My throat hitched as tears gathered in my eyes, pricking at the ducts. ‎I don't want to die. Someone... anyone...