The Life We Bury Novels & Stories

1 Do we have to do this Julie Andrews Getting To Know You bullshit again? I have to bury my mother today—well . . . there isn’t really anything to bury, but it’s her fucking funeral and I’m not here to argue semantics, you get the point—and I am so not in the mood for this. Okay. Fine. Let’s just get this over with. Previously on The Universe Shits On Sarah Killian:

Julian stood with me in a Miami cemetery as we buried Adrian. His family came too. His younger brother told me quietly, “That’s what he wrote in his will. No matter how long he lived… no matter who you married… five years, twelve years, forever— bury him where you live.” “So he can look at the same sky as you.”

First, I was reincarnated in another body, next I narrowly escaped death again, only God knows what lies ahead. The time was 1 pm, but the sun was perhaps grieving a great fighter like Nikki to show up; it almost felt like the Earth was mourning Nikki's death. It cried thunder, and sobbed rain as we got to the venue for the burial. It was a big field where, according to Keto, dead werewolves from Orion's pack were buried. "Are you sure the burial will hold?" I asked, turning to face Keto in the car as the driver slowly parked in the field. "The rain is heavy."

“He wasn’t leaving it behind. He was hiding from it.” She stood up abruptly and turned her back to me, her arms wrapped around herself. “All of it,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Our entire life. Our love. Our family. It was all built on a burial ground. And he was the one who buried the bodies.” Her shoulders began to shake. Silent, wrenching tremors. This wasn’t the loud, furious grief from last night. This was something deeper, a soul-deep disillusionment that left no room for sound.

“It’s hard for me to explain this to you, but you need to think about this differently. Vampires live through many incarnations. Many of us have gravestones, even though we are living today. I myself, under different names, am buried in many cemeteries in many countries. Obviously I am not really dead, or buried. But at the time, the locals needed to be assured that I was. We had to stop the evidence, reassure them that I wasn’t coming back to life. And a burial and a tombstone was the only thing that would put them at ease. “The vampire race does not like to leave trails, and we do not like it when humans know that we have come back. It brings too much unwanted attention. So, sometimes, whe

The old Don was killed in an ambush by a rival crew. At the mass, Vito, the new Don, stood at the very front of the church. I'd rushed back from a job and barely made it. There were only two spots left in the church. One was right next to the new Don. The seat for his wife. The other was at the very end of the guest line. I figured, without even thinking about it, that the spot beside him was mine. So I walked straight toward Vito. But he looked right past me. "Sofia." He lifted his chin, just slightly. "Come up." Around me, the family elders and the heads of the different crews started whispering. "The next Don's wife is a beautiful woman." "Look at those two. They just fit." Vito took the

"I'm sorry… Rose, I'm so sorry…" With trembling hands, Carissa pulled out her phone and dialed my number. The number saved as an emergency contact, which had always been answered within seconds, would now never connect again. Carissa sank to the floor. She refused to give up, dialing the number over and over. "Please, I beg you, pick up the phone! I was wrong. I was so wrong…" She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe.

"He must've been so desperate to live off a woman that he has lost his mind. To think he's pretending to be a dead man, whose body must've turned to dust by now!" "I know, right? I can't believe he's trying to pass himself off as the husband of the richest woman in the city! He should take a good look at himself in the mirror first." Suppressing my rage, I ignored the chatter around me and walked toward my parents' urns, which had been used to prop up some flowerpots. I wanted to dig them out of the soil and rebury them properly, but Melissa beat me to it. She kicked the urns with her sharp heels, and they shattered instantly. My parents' ashes spilled across the ground, mixing in with the d

CHAPTER 3 Lily's POV Hmm so, a person can stay alive for approximately 5 hours when buried alive. The thought of being buried alive and awaiting for your death made my skin crawl. I check the time on my phone, It's already 6:05 pm. I close my laptop and clear my search history. I send a quick text to William that I'm on my way to the Cemetery.

It felt like someone was clutching my heart when I returned to the cemetery again. Even though I was a soul, I felt suffocated with cold sweat pouring down my forehead. Even my soul form started to thin. Being buried alive was the most horrifying form of torture. The cemetery was a mess when my coffin was opened violently. There was excrement everywhere inside my coffin, and the walls were filled with scratch marks. Those marks were traces of my struggle to survive. Mona could only stand and stare at the coffin blankly due to the horrifying sight. What had she done? She could not believe what she was seeing. She had buried Sean alive for seven days! He had nothing to eat or drink, and could