Till Our Fingers Decompose Novels & Stories

Raven cannot hear the sound of the reporter because of how low the volume of the TV is and she quickly scrambles for the remote, turning the volume up just as they put a graphic picture of the three students that died on the news channel. Raven’s heart skips. The boys all have the same pattern after death as Craig and Draco, traces of purple blood coming out of their lips. This can only mean one thing, these boys also overdosed on that fever drug. “These damn kids,” she hears professor McCall mutter as he leaves the lab, “they never learn.”

“Listen he’s not like us but he is like us. We need to talk about whether or not we want to break the connection!” Maya was the first to speak. “No, we can’t break it. I like wyatt. He’s sweet.” Everyone rolled their eyes. “I say break it. We don’t need that or him in our lives, it's just going to go downhill.” Lillian said, crossing her arms. “Besides if we keep it then I am going to be in charge and none of you want that.” Everyone looked down and got quiet.

Claec disappearing as soon as her breathing evened out. The rusted walls of a cell, loom down over the cracked and weathered hammer of stone that is alive with magic. Cobwebs trained to cling to one side of the Iron Gate, drifting in a narrow breeze that slithers in from the outside. Darkness, a perpetual shadow here as dried up rodent carcasses litter the concrete floor bathed in small ripples of blood and decay. Hazardous, zig-zagged, indents painting the walls where something had scratched them and the old staircase to the right is breaking apart without a purpose.

Gabriel got permission from their Padrino, but before that, they injected something into one of my fingers. "Ouch! What was that?" I exclaimed, pulling my hand back and looking at my bleeding finger with alarm. Gabriel glanced at the person who had suddenly pricked my finger with what looked like an injection device. The casual efficiency of the procedure suggested this was routine for them. "That's a type of poison that can destroy your cells in the next second once I activate this device," the man explained, holding up what looked like a small controller.

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

Only bitterness. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator and the faint vibration of traffic beyond the walls. I shivered, hugging myself, pulling at the short sleeves of my uniform – fabric too thin to keep me warm. I’d been too nervous, too terrified to notice until now how cold I was. Marek’s apartment wasn’t exactly the warmest place.

"Do you think that if you act like this any woman will fall for your charm? Well, I have something to tell you: no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you push, I will never…" "Sssshhhh," Kane chuckles, pressing a hand against my mouth. "Don't finish that sentence; otherwise, you may be eating your words later."

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

of his identity. "FORGET... THE... GRIEF," a trillion whispers echoed within him, sounding like dry leaves skimming over a grave. "THE... GRIEF... IS... FRICTION. FRICTION... IS... HEAT. HEAT... IS... DECAY. BECOME... THE... COOL... SILENCE. BECOME... THE... ARCHIVE."

Finishes it. No more threats. No more conspiracies. No more enemies. Just us. Our family. Our future. Our peace.