The Life We Bury Book Review Novels & Stories

"Please... someone help me. I have nowhere left to turn." I scrolled to the comments with a cool sort of curiosity. I half-expected there to be a wave of sympathy from people who didn't know the full story. Instead, the comment section had completely flipped. "Wait, she actually changed it to 'spend $300, save $350'?? Is this a charity or a business?" "You thought deal-scraping bots were real customers? They were never going to buy anything, they were there to clean you out." "'Gen Z reclaims the workplace'? More like Gen Z torched her own boss's company. Lmao."

Or maybe it was when he hid the fact that he was going abroad to study, and I was the last person to find out. Back then, the moment I regained consciousness from the car crash, I threw everything to the wind and dialed Landon's number, begging him not to leave me behind. I would never forget how cold he was. "You need to grow up, Rosalie. Are you going to die without me?" he said. Before I could respond, he hung up on me. He had forgotten that my parents had died and that, aside from Carissa, he was the only one I had left. However, Carissa was busy taking care of her child and her husband, whom she kept a secret from me. Who else did I even have?

He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain. Instead he stood there gripping the counter, breathing. His wife slept peacefully in the next room. The woman who had given him the first real peace he'd ever known. The same woman who might have emptied his brother's grave. Jose looked at his own reflection and felt something ugly shift in his chest. Part of him didn't care. Part of him just wanted to keep the life he'd built no matter what crawled out from under it. He deleted the messages. Then emptied the trash folder too.

I pushed her away, enough to make space… Just enough so nothing could touch me. “Don’t,” I think I said. Or maybe I didn’t even say it properly. But she didn’t leave, instead she came closer again and held me this time. Then it came all at once. I couldn’t hold it anymore. My breath broke first. Then my voice. Then everything else. “I’m not Samantha…” “They buried me…” My chest hurt when I said it, like something was tearing inside. They buried me while I was still alive. While I was still here.

The more annoyed I get. I'm not mad because of the gift box, I'm mad because they couldn't properly cover a child who had passed. “Did you wish you were properly buried?” I can't be selfish and ignorant. Maybe I would have wished that for myself, but what if she never saw it through my lens? She smiled. “At first, it felt like I needed to be down in the earth, buried and forgotten.” “But with time? I realised I wouldn't even have the luxury to think or get mad if I had been buried.”

Selene was dead, and Lucian would spend the rest of his life behind bars. Life could be so shocking, so fleeting—its twists waiting just around the corner. Then, suddenly, I felt a soft light embrace me. My body began to lift, as if floating upward. I watched Milo grow faint, his figure blurring before me. In my mind, I whispered, Thank you, Milo, for being by my side when I needed you most. If I meet you in the next life, I will find you. I will give you all my heart.

Yet, the sunflowers always wilted before long. Crushed by despair, the beggar eventually went mad. He murmured a single name repeatedly—Molly Reed.

All of a sudden, he burst out laughing. "Retribution! It's retribution!" he screamed manically. As the fire crept closer and slowly engulfed everything in its path, Jerome suddenly reached out in my direction. I was shocked. Did he see me? "Monica, did you come to take me with you?" I turned and walked away without a word. Take him with me? There was no way I would. Jerome and Caroline took a life together. Their destination was clear—hell.

she snarled at the guard. "Well, he thought wrong! I'm still alive, and that's his worst punishment. I'll go on to live as wonderfully as I can, while Juliette will remain mere bones on this earth! "He'll never be able to forget her or get a good night's sleep. I'll be an eternal reminder that she died in my place!" To that, all that Simon said was… nothing. That night, I watched him standing at the bathroom doorway, motionless for what felt like hours. He stepped inside, lay in the empty bathtub, and curled up like a baby—or, rather, like someone already dead.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “They lied about burying the bodies,” I said coldly. “Only when they were about to be severely punished did they confess. The bodies were never buried.” I clenched my fists. “These nobles are a tumor. And tumors need to be removed before they destroy everything.” We moved toward the cemetery in silence. The ground there was damp, the scent of earth thick in the air. Caleb joined the other specialists who had arrived to perform the autopsy. They worked efficiently and professionally, while the rest of us stood back, waiting.