Novel & Cerita Till Death Do Is Part

I said. “Till death do us part,” he said. “No. Even after death, always together and loving each other,” I said, and he pulled me in for a kiss. Before we knew it, we were entwined together again.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Original Death is watching with patience that feels like inevitability. And the clock is ticking toward extinction.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"Till death do us part." He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it without breaking eye contact. "Till death do us part." He slid his hand under my back and raised me to kiss him. As I closed my eyes to savor the moisture of his love, The Mutes dragged him away from me, and kicked me below my ribs- the same spot I was bleeding from.

she hopefully that man would be the last man for her until death do them part. End.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

“Then you walked into my life and proved me wrong.” Before I could answer, Pestilence loudly cleared his throat. “If you two are done making the rest of us sick with all that romance…” War snorted into his beer. “…we’ve actually got something important.” Death sighed dramatically. “Can’t I have five minutes with my girlfriend?” “No,” Famine replied flatly. “You already had all night.” The entire clubhouse erupted into laughter. I buried my face against Death’s shoulder, groaning while he chuckled. “Traitors,” he muttered at his brothers.

It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me.

“Yes baby girl, that’s the only way we can disappear forever.” “They gonna kill us both?” “Don’t be dumb.” He looked at me as if I said something silly. “They pick us up, take us to the private jet and fly us over to Fredland, then they take two bodies, anyone that has similar features as us and place them in the car, and then they’ll make it look like we both died in a car crash. It’s an easy job, because once your parents identify your car and cameras show us leaving the mansion at the same time, they’ll think we died.”