Till Death Book Novels & Stories

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

- Bishop HyunWan I ask heaven that this being remains in its confinement. May no one invoke them, may no one call them. It's terrible. - Archbishop Michael Mic. May God have this book under His feet, and may no one, absolutely no one, come across it. If that happens, I sense that it will go wherever it is and the unimaginable will happen. - Speaker Mark Tack The book closed abruptly, startling him. That last entry, that name, that speaker was the one who passed away three years ago. That speaker whom very few know the reason for his death, no one knows exactly what went through his mind when he decided to end his life in front of an entire mass.

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

TERA. I could have died if I hadn't found a place to eat and sleep. I roamed around the city, thinking of where best to go when it finally clicked. "Here, child. Drink this," The kind old man said, handing me a glass of hot milk on the bed. His wife had prepared the best meal I had ever eaten in three years, and I devoured it all in one go. Mr. Kingsley Raymond. A Reverend. He lives in a moderate home. Not too large and exquisite, not small either.

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom. Irina: ‘Oh yeah, that’s one of the best.’ I said and lifted a fork to my mouth. ‘Learn from it by heart, the book tells you about time and death and other things in between. It’ll tell you simple and priceless things in life,’ I added. ‘It goes like, we live not just to make a living but to really live life, and have no regrets when death comes to us,’ I said and put down the fork to the small white porcelain plate. ‘Morrie teaches us to love and be human.’

Mrs. Campbell's voice is booming through the classroom. She's talking about the book “Death of a Salesman” by Arthur miller. Or at least I think she is. I have not paid attention to one word she has said for the past 53 minutes. I’ve been writing away in my notebook trying to think of a new story to write. The classroom is filled with whispers and chuckles and I think I hear someone snoring. My brain is in the zone. The door slams shut and I don’t bother to look up. “Oops, that shut louder than I expected.” a girl said from the direction of the door. I roll my eyes and keep on jotting down ideas and plot ideas as well characters.

She was the best thing that happened to me in my life and I will fight anyone and anything to prove her innocence before I die. Even if I have to fight death itself. With determination in my mind and a deep-rooted fire starting to burning inside, I surrendered to darkness with this unknown will to survive. .................................................... Till death do us apart Is something by which couples unite by their wedding vows. But little do they know, that not even death separates the ones who are joined by souls. ......................................................