They’ll Take My Heart Over My Dead Body Novels & Stories

She has control over my body and we move as one. His eyes widen and he splutters blood, blood spraying out of his mouth onto my face, “scream for me.” I say as I push my hand into his chest. I pull his heart out of his chest. The smile on my lips is one of death. “You bitch, you will die for that,” my gaze turns to the one that spoke as the leader falls at my feet dead, his heart still in my blood-soaked hand. I chuckled menacingly, raising an eyebrow at his little speech. I dropped the heart; it made a squelchy thud.

But you didn't, you never did. I hope you're happy now, I'm gone, I'm dead and nothing will ever hold you back again. But as you remember looking down on my bloodied body, I want that image to haunt you every day that you will not be able to live your life the same way again. I hope the nightmares are so unbearable that you will feel my pain, my suffering, my wounds, my death. Then, when you've had enough you will also contemplate your own death, and just like me, you will be lying down lifeless and gone. Hannah

"I made her eat the cake. She told me she didn't want it, and I made her eat it anyway." Kael walked to the stone table in the center of the mortuary. A body lay beneath a moon-white ceremonial shroud. He reached for it several times, but his hands shook too badly to touch the fabric. Everyone else was drowning in grief. Rosalie stood behind them, her fingers tightening around her gown. If I was truly dead, no one would ever compete with her for the title of Saintess again. My parents would have only one daughter left. Aiden would always take her side, and sooner or later, Kael would realize she was the one who deserved to become his Luna.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

“It’s fine, Marshall. You have done well. Make sure all of this is untraceable to you or me.” Amber freezes in shock as she tries to make sense of what she has just heard. It sounded like he burnt a family alive, to the ground? It all seemed very mafia-like. She panicked. ‘I am just a small town girl, I’m too young to be associated with the mafia…’ she thinks to herself. She decides to back away slowly and steps right into Damien…well, actually, his broad chest. Damien starts in surprise. “What are you doing hiding behind that shelf?” he asks. “I…err…I wanted to pick up …” Amber looks around desperately for an excuse, “...a pack of Tylenol, for you!”

Always and forever, So mote it be” We repeated the words, “Blood of my blood, bone of my bone. I give you my body, that we may be one. I give you my spirit, Til our life is done. Heart to thee, body to thee. Always and forever. So mote it be.” Everyone else joined in. “So mote it be.”

Amber’s pov: “Over my dead body,” a low guttural voice asserts its dominance. Then, before I could comprehend what was going on, a hole formed in between the man’s eyes, and blood leaked out of it. His soul left his body right in front of me.

A dead body. My heart is beating so fast as a bullet train and I decided to be brave, this body will thank me after if I were the one who found him being dead. He would be grateful for me in his so called afterlife. I hope he can be my gaurdian angel or maybe devil or.... Wait I need to stop...

Hearing those words from someone else made it sound like a story about a stranger. After enough pain, numbness set in. The memories that had once kept her awake all night no longer had the power to shake her. She gave a faint, indifferent smile. “Like you said, he’s just an ex. As far as I’m concerned, he’s as good as dead. Why would I remember him?” “As good as dead.” “Why would I remember him?” Sean stood in the shadows and heard every word. Each one cut straight through him. The March wind brushed past him, and a coldness spread through his chest.

I stopped pounding on the door, letting my body slide down the glass until I collapsed onto the freezing tiles. Kenna's words echoed in my ears, and I let out a bitter laugh. I brought this on myself. The unbearable cold drained the heat from my body, inch by inch. I started hallucinating. I felt like I was burning, as if flames were licking at my skin. I began pulling off my clothes. Then, my heart stopped. My soul left my body. I saw Archie leisurely walk up to the glass door with a phone in hand. He looked down at me.