The Life We Bury Novels & Stories

Each holding one instruction: “Now we bury her in the boardroom.”

"Burying the manipulation and control and all the ways he tried to determine our future even from the grave. This is us choosing to move forward without him." They dug a small hole in the backyard—not deep, not permanent, just enough to feel ceremonial—and placed the box inside. Liam covered it with earth while Sophia held Hope, both acknowledging the symbolism even while recognizing it was somewhat absurd to hold a burial ceremony for documents and photographs. "It's stupid," Liam said, patting down the earth. "Burying paperwork doesn't actually change anything. Richard's still dead. Hope's still genetically modified, just with the modifications neutralized. Nothing's different except some

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.

All this will be nothing but trash. After leaving Dustin's place, I made a beeline for Zephyr City's grandest funeral home. The ambiance was serene, with soft lighting and the mingling fragrances of lilies and candles. A somber-suited funeral manager approached me, his voice deep and courteous as he said, "Good afternoon. Whose funeral is it?" I cut to the chase. "I need a funeral. The most lavish one you can pull off. Don't worry about the cost." The manager blinked, taken aback. Then, he asked, "Forgive me, but whose funeral are we planning?"

Fuck, he looks hot when he talks like that. We placed them in their caskets and chained them down. “Have fun down there,” I smirked. I watched as the casket went down. I could hear Bonnie scream when she realized we weren't kidding about burying them alive. Our men started filling the holes and soon no one will know where the two of them are. They will be unmarked graves.

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."

GRAVEYARD~~ EVENING Olivia buried her daughter with the same hands that once held her the first time she entered the world. Nobody came with her to the graveyard, but she did not want anyone there anyway. At that moment, all she wanted was silence. She sat beside the freshly covered grave and slowly placed her trembling hand on it while tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks. All these years, she had only dreamed about Lily receiving a new heart and finally leaving the hospital healthy. Never once had she imagined burying her instead.

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.

Melissa lost it. “It’s your fault! You killed Lisa! If it weren’t for you dragging her to that stupid cemetery to kneel for your dead son, she never would’ve died in the first place!”

This could work. Finally, we had something that could bury him. And this time, we weren’t going to miss.