The Life We Bury Novels & Stories

"Kneel and beg me, and I might leave you an intact corpse and bury the two of you together." Tricia tugged at his hand coyly. "Scott, go help with the shoveling. I can't even look at her without being reminded of the gruesome way Jimmy died." I watched the sand rise rapidly, gradually burying past my chest, soon about to swallow my neck. Nicky's body lay before me, her one arm still embracing me tightly. "Scott, even if I die, I will turn into a vengeful ghost and tear you to pieces!" I spat out.

Damian wasn’t just back from the dead. He had come to bury us for good.

I guess now, Selene could finally understand what it felt like when Lucian left me to stay with her during my final days. How ironic. … My funeral was held at one of the most exclusive funeral homes in Manhattan. I had made it clear to Milo that I didn’t want anything too grand. I didn’t want a crowd of people coming just to pay their respects. I asked for simplicity — just some close friends and family would have been perfect. I followed Milo into my own funeral. White lilies adorned the entrance, and from where I stood, I could see my parents inside, crying in front of my photo. My friends were there too, their faces a mix of grief and disbelief.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

For fifteen years, Maria Winston believed the Alpha family who adopted her was her true family. Then their biological daughter, Sera, returned–and everything changed. When Sera became involved in a serious crime, Maria was persuaded by her beloved adoptive brother, Callum, to take the blame. Believing it was her way of repaying the family who had raised her, Maria sacrificed her freedom. Instead of the light punishment she was promised, she was sentenced to two brutal years in a labor prison. No visits. No letters. No one came for her. When Maria finally returns, she discovers her family has already replaced her. Even her wolf has gone silent. Determined to leave them behin

“So, what is the situation looking like?” "Luna, I did everything I could. Killing an Alpha's unborn child isn't as easy as we thought," the doctor said, low. "You should have thought of that before you handed me those useless herbs." Leah's voice sharpened. "So what does this look like now?" The doctor shook his head. "Do you understand how rare that herb is? It's banned in the clan for a reason." Leah’s jaw tightened. “What about the human?” she asked. The doctor shook his head in defeat. “The likelihood of the human dying is high. And from the look on the Alpha’s face, we are all dead if that happens.”

Make fifteen bodies to be buried tomorrow. Ombro ordered all its members to work, preparing for tomorrow's ceremony. They buried all the bodies, in one big hole…that way it would be easier. They will be lined up and buried together. Today, some grown men dug the ground at the edge of the camp.. a loose soil.. former of sugarcane bed. They cut down the sugar cane first, then they dug it five meters deep. Soon the tomb will be marked…and only their camp will recognize it.

We would pretend instead that we trying to escape our reality by digging our way out of our troubles. After a certain age , we kind of stopped it. Instead we just buried it like every other adult would. We continue digging – it has been a while since we have spoken. We dig deeper and deeper , trying the dig the best hole we can. I can not help but sniffle a few times , as I mourn the murder of my bunny. After we dig a big enough grave for her , I sit back. I pay no attention to my clothes getting dirty by the earth soil – I pay no attention to the world around me. I feel my heart ache as I watch Andrew lowering the dead bunny in to it’s grave. I begin sobbing as I watch a small creature with

It felt like releasing a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying. “Okay… fine. I’ll do it.” “Great!” His smile lit up, and he reached for the wine. He poured us each a glass and lifted his. “To the expansion of the Adebayo empire,” he toasted. Our glasses clinked. “Liv,” he said, lowering his glass. “You grew up in New York. You probably know the company we’ll be partnering with.” “Oh?” I asked, warily. “Which company?” “Luther Pharmaceutical,” he said casually, sipping the last of his wine like he hadn’t just ripped open a wound I’d spent years trying to forget and failed at doing so.

She had learned its rhythms, mapped its exits, pressed folders behind maintenance files and moved photographs from corkboards and counted forty-second camera loops in her head. She had been buried. She was standing. The kettle clicked off. She poured the cups. Outside the window the gardener disappeared around the far corner of the hedge and the grounds were empty and still and the gate stood open at the bottom of the drive in the pale October light. Just open. Just hers.