Till Death Us Do Part Novels & Stories

And one day, death would also taste himself». 🌸🌸🌸🌸 The End. Turn over to part 2

THIS IS UNTIL DEATH DO US PART. Honestly the whole thing seems weird to me, but there's nothing in the agreement that I couldn't live with. "It's good," he looks surprised. "There's nothing you want to change or add?" I probably should take a keener look since that is about to be my life but I don't want to do anything that could make him back away. "What if there's an emergency and I can't reach Alex?" I look through the contract. "Then you can contact me personally," he already has a pen in his hand.

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. ......................................................

I snorted “Is there a problem Mr. Markson?” Mrs.Campbell shouted. “No’m, just what you said was funny.” I said through gritted teeth. Everyone chuckled around me. “The death of Willy Loman was not funny.” She said angrily. I felt my face get red and my knuckles made a fist. Lake must’ve noticed because she then said,

We were meant to last…until death do us part. Thank you for reading TILL DEATH DO US PART, Aléjandro and Mia’s story. If you haven’t read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story, you can read it today or continue the series with BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story

He stood there, speechless, until his phone rang again. This time, his hesitation lasted only a moment. He made his choice. Without another word, he turned and walked out the door toward her as though she were the only one who truly mattered. There was nothing else left to say. I blocked his number and then deleted every last trace of him. The next morning, he never showed up. It was fine, though. My parents were with me and watched as I was wheeled into the operating room. The sterile, cold air inside the room sent a shiver through me. Even then, it wasn’t as cold as the feeling of a scalpel cutting into flesh.

I might not be ready to be a daughter. But I was ready to be alive. And sometimes, staying alive meant accepting help from people who claimed to love you. Even if you weren't sure you loved them back. Even if you weren't sure they were telling the truth. Even if you weren't sure of anything at all. Because being unsure was better than being dead. And twelve billion dollars was apparently worth killing for. Whether I wanted it or not.

Jim had also been bitten. In my previous life, I had poured everything into saving Garrett. I cut my wrist to use my blood as an antidote, and Jim died because he didn't get treatment in time. But yesterday, I had made a special antidote from my blood ahead of time and arranged for it to be given to Jim immediately after he was bitten, so he survived. I wiped the wet tracks from my face and said with absolute seriousness, "Are you interested in a little partnership? I'll help you take down Frank Corporation, and you marry me."

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.

Finally, I was free of her. Even though I'd been reborn, the memory of how she'd stabbed me to death in my previous life still haunted me. At the time, that same man had stopped us, speaking humbly as he asked us to do him a small favor. At first, I was going to agree, but the moment I saw it was a USB drive, I refused without hesitation. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, he tried to appeal to my emotions. "Miss, please help me out. This USB contains confidential company information. We need it tomorrow!"