Novel & Cerita The Life We Bury Book Review

“You should be thanking whatever god you believe in that you’re still breathing. And if you’d like to keep it that way, you’ll listen carefully. You are, unfortunately, the only chance this pack has of continuing its bloodline. So we’ll give you a nice apartment. A better life than whatever pathetic existence you had before. And in exchange, you’ll do what you were apparently built for. Keep having his children.” My jaw dropped. I waited for someone, anyone, to laugh, to say this was some sick joke. No one did. They only stared, a wall of contempt. “So I’m supposed to be a baby-making machine now?” My voice cracked on the last word. Leah’s mouth curved. “Look at that, Dad. She understands.”

"Can't you see how it looks? Please let's just bury it and go away." They agreed, got machetes from the booth of the car, dug a hole, and buried the book. Then they drove away. THE END

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Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

They were stuck so deep in my thoughts that I couldn't shake them. Of course, I hated her and Henry! Meanwhile, Eva had found where Mom and Dad were buried. I never got the chance to say goodbye to them. "Brina, hang in there. There's still so much ahead of you," Eva said, giving my shoulder a comforting pat. I stared at the overgrown patch of ground before me, consumed by nothing but boiling, helpless anger. Joanna had taken Mom and Dad's ashes back to her hometown—a place surrounded by sewage pits, with a stench so awful it hit me in the throat. But I had no clue where exactly they were buried.

Since then it's like I've been on autopilot. Feed the baby. Call Sarah's employer. Burp the baby. Meet with the funeral home. Change the baby. Bury my sister. I stare at the casket in front of me. Sarah lies inside of it. I can't believe I'm burying my baby sister. Genevieve, my best friend and coworker, sits next to me, holding the baby. She keeps trying to quiet his cries while the preacher drones on about the sanctity of life and the need to treat every day as if it's your last.

They opened it slowly and began to put in the books. The opening was very heavy and it took some doing to have it open while Lucas poured the books in. They shut it soon after that and left the basement. The council was summoned immediately and they were informed about Elara's burial since they had been asking for it. And they were very surprised when the Alphas told them how she would be buried.

In my previous life, my Alpha mate buried me and my daughter alive as sacrifices to resurrect his first love. After being reborn, I personally took everything from him and sent him to hell! … Serafina Pike heard my words and grabbed Ethan Horn's arm while sobbing. "Ethan, since the Luna refuses, let's not force her. It's not her responsibility, after all."

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

They clawed their way up. John. Tricia. Mrs Luther. These names still made something inside me burn. They took so much. Not just from me—but from Mark. From the life we could’ve had. The life they denied us with one selfish act. I looked out at my son—the joy he carried, the strength he didn’t know he had. He deserved better. He deserves more. And maybe I couldn’t rewrite the past. But I could shape what came next. With trembling fingers, I pulled my coat tighter around me. The wind had picked up, or maybe it was just the storm inside me that made everything feel colder.