The Life We Bury Novels & Stories

I flipped open the blue folder, resting my fingertips on a page of lab results. "I have all the evidence of Vivian's academic fraud, including backup surveillance footage of her tampering with clinical trial data. The cancer medication she launched last year caused 15 patients to die from its side effects, and the Carters covered it up, but I have the contact information of the deceased's family members."

“They will be burying Anna Lauren finally this evening” I turned and it felt like something pierced my heart that moment. Those names felt oddly familiar but I couldn't place them. “You should go pay your final respects in my stead” The grandfather commanded. “He was once a business associate afterall” Alexander sighed deeply. He didn't respond and only walked me out of the mansion. Inside the car, he faced the driver. “Drive her home” I turned to him, my eyes demanding answers. Is he not coming home with me? “I will have to attend the burial like grandfather wants” he said, staring deep into my eyes. I nodded while fidgeting with my fingers.

"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."

No, you didn't, because you were too buried in work. "Did you know? He's always been the biggest financial supporter your company has ever had. Without him, what makes you think you'd be the respected Ms. Hades you are today?" The truth seemed to drain all her strength. She slid down against my gravestone, while Ethan wiped a tear from his eye. All I could do was watch as the two people I loved most broke down in sorrow. Ethan choked out, "Lucas used to care about his appearance so much, but at the end of his life, he was all skin and bones. All his thick hair was gone, he threw up everything he ate, and he never slept through the night.

" My eyelids grew heavy as I listened to their endless insults. In that moment, memories flashed before my eyes like an old movie strip. The thought of dying at Viola and Ron's hands filled me with bitter unwillingness. Why should I suffer such humiliation? If that were the case, I would drag everyone down with me. As the thought crossed my mind, my eyes snapped open. I stared at the drill bit and let out a cold laugh. When I gripped the drill bit, the icy touch brought a sliver of clarity clarity back to my mind. It was too solid to be smashed with my weakened strength, but I knew that I could dismantle it. If I succeeded, the scattered parts would sink into the water and make it impossible

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.

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."

he breathed. “Yes, and...” I examined the half-eaten cake and poked it with the plastic fork. Putting myself in Cairen’s shoes and remembering the sadness in her eyes. “Burying it is the last thing that takes away the pain of the truth. And now, I am buried along with it, and I am fine.” “Bury? I hope it is easy to get buried with,” he laughed softly at the impossible thing. Yes, it looks impossible, but anyone who has enough may be hard at first but easy as time passes.

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

“Another damn note. What does it mean this time?” “It’s another warning,” Elliot muttered. He turned the paper over, finding something scrawled on the back in faint ink: “The truth is hidden where the light dies.” “The light dies?” Jonah asked, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elliot pocketed the note, already thinking. “It’s pointing us to something. A place. Somewhere dark, maybe underground.” Jonah scoffed. “Like the crypt? We’ve already been there, and all we found was a dead butler and more questions.”