Till Death Book Novels & Stories

Its end with Sophie'd death. To be continued.....

Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlike you, I won’t hang onto you for eight whole years, like you did with Lily. In just a few years, that regret will disappear. I will forget about you and have a new life. “As for you, you might end up regretting your own stupidity.” Joshua could not believe that Rain would truly be that cruel. She was never like this in the past. However, he forgot one fact: Rain had climbed up to be the matriarch of the Zimmer family after her parents died. If she managed to become the president of Zimmer Corp, how could she possibly be a kind and soft-hearted person? But she ha

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.

He lived in agony, tormented by illness and haunted by memories of me. As for me, my body grew more and more transparent. I took one last lingering look at the world I once cherished. “Goodbye, my brothers. I’m going to a world where you don’t exist.”

Ava's pov. I had never in my life prayed as hard as I did in those three seconds, pressed against a bookshelf in a body that wasn't mine, holding my breath like it was going to save either of us. “Ivan?” His mother called out again, stepping further into the room. “I know I saw the light on.” Through the small gap between the shelf and the wall, I watched her walk to the desk and glance at the laptop, still open from the deal we had just closed. My heart nearly leaped out of Ivan's chest.

My poor baby was dead. "Too late how?" I needed a reason. "I'm sorry." "What do you mean by you're sorry?" I was angry all over again. "He's fucking dead. You killed him-" Boom. There was a gunshot. The creepy old man feel before me and screams filled the store. People began running for their lives. I didn't. I almost had nothing to look forward to if I saved this life. In the midst of chaos, I stood there with the dried tears on my face. I picked Lane up and began moving to the door. Ree was nowhere to be found so I walked to the door myself. I was almost at the door when I heard a very familiar name.

It was like how the tides depend on the moon for their living, and how it silently obeys it. When my shift finally ended, I collected the necessary documents and locked my office room. Just a few steps from the entrance, I saw panicking doctors admitting a patient to the operating room. My eyes widened as I recognized his bushy eyebrows and thick lips. He was my Uncle, William, losing his final battle against age.

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.

She turned the book in my hand, thinking about the first time I held it. Shw could remember how mother once told her that her late father had gifted it to her the same day he had proposed to her. The book was titled _'Till we pass'_ and it felt more like an assurance at that point. A promise that we would stay together _till we pass_ away. And her mother had joined her dad up there in the heavens. Yara still kept the book—the promise—because she would forever cherish the years she spent with Grayson and the years ahead that they would spend together. Together with their children now.

The atmosphere, thick with the overwhelming stench of death, there was no breeze to stir the corpses from their tortured slumber as Tilla stood solemnly amongst them. Her head bent in reflection of her actions, Tilla paid her quiet respects to the number of souls that laid before her. Their faces twisted into pained grimaces and stained with their own blood, she at least held her foes in high enough esteem to not turn away from the grim horror of their demise. Acknowledging each fallen enemy diligently as though committing them to memory, Tilla knew that there was no sense in displaying remorse or regret for the role she played as their executioner.