Till Death Us Do Part Novels & Stories

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.

I knew Lindsay had a hold on me, but I never thought it was this much, to where she had crept fear of loneliness into my heart. “I never thought I would see this day,” Lazarus murmured, showing his excitement. If I had known this was how my marriage to her would have ended, I should never have started it. The ink in my pen pressed deep on the vacant line. I was about to seal the end of a chapter I never thought that I would close. A knock on the door had been my first distraction, raising my head up to see Stanley walk in. “Apologies, sir, you have a phone call from Skyway Airlines.” Stanley spoke with urgency.

It was Mike's unwavering concern for his patients that brought me back. I had been pulled to his side and found him drowning in alcohol. He was holding my photo. He cursed me even in death for giving him one last task to complete. I never realized my death would affect him so deeply. Yet, even then, the only thing my foolish heart longed for was to see William one last time. Tonight, Mike and William had coincidentally run into each other. Before I could even feel any joy at getting my wish granted, I heard William’s voice. It was filled with deep hatred and disgust.

Still holding my hair together, he looked at me. “Genesis, I want us to make a promise to each other today, right before Love’s Potion.” I nodded slowly. Looking into his eyes I could see sorrow and hope but dominating over those feelings, I could see the love I felt for him reflected back. “Let’s promise each other that we will use the uprising to stop your marriage and make ours possible. And if the uprising doesn’t work out, we’ll promise each other today that we’d rather die together than marry someone other than each other.”

“You know that clinging unto him will only bring sadness and more heartbreaks. I know it’s going to be hard but you have to let him go and fucking move on Chippy.” “Okay.” Katniss answers unsure if she was ready to move on just yet. “You should take note from that girl from your favorite movie.” “Titanic.” Sydney added “Rose, wasn’t it? She let go of Jack even after he died. Literally. She moved on, she remarried even. She didn’t cling unto that one man for the rest of her life.. Her heart went on, it was literally in the theme song, Chippy.” “Are you comparing my very serious real life situation to a movie Syd?” Katniss questioned sternly.

He slid into the passenger seat and grinned at me. "Ready?" I gave him the address and he surprised me by entering the information into the car. He tells me we are going to south Tucson. I rolled my eyes and looked at him blankly. "I'm literally Death, Sergio, areas of a city don't concern me, do you know where the home is located, if so please lead the way," I stated simply and he told me okay. "You're driving," I told him and unbuckled myself and waved at him to move his ass.

Or at least that's what Roman thinks it is. ‘Michelle You know what you did. Your dues will be paid. I’m here to collect. Yours forever ‘til death,’

“Now tell me what the hell happened to Sara!” “Mr. Terrence, I’m sorry, I don’t know how to say this sir ... But Sara is in a coma in the pediatric care wing. It seems her mother tried to beat her to death in their yard early this morning ... Mr. Terrence? Are you still there?” She asked into the silence on the other end of the line. “What? Yeah. Yeah I’m still here,” Johnny mumbled, as tears began to slide down his cheeks, his niece was in a coma, and here he sat, on the other side of the continent, unable to be there for her.

"...in sickness and in health..." "...to love and to cherish..." "...to love and to cherish..." "...till time do us part." "Time?," Zia thought to herself. "Isn't it supposed to be death?" "Zia?" The minister tried to get her attention, seeing that she'd spaced out. "Till time do us part," Zia continued and curved up a smile as she met the green hues in Edward's eyes. BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP BEEP BEEEEEP

It was at that very moment that Vector came back to the living room. “Mark, I think we should leave,” he simply said, but his eyes passed a deeper message, which said that Alexa needed us to leave. “Yeah,” I responded, but before I left, I turned to Donald one last time and said, “This is going to be the last part of me that you will lay your hands on, Donald Shell.”