We Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

I’m more than fine to let my brother do all the bullshit like getting hotel rooms and renting cars. When the metal doors finally close and I’m alone in a cell I fully understand that now is the time most people freak out. They go bat shit crazy feeling like the world is closing in on them. But for me, I more than welcome the solitude. A shifter is never fully alone and I couldn’t be happier there isn’t another body in the room. *First thing’s first, we do need to find out the cause of death. That’s going to be a big part of things,* Mick says, as I fall onto the bed.

—I won't leave you alone Ana! —I laughed at what Andrews said —I was born alone and I will die the same, you don't have to worry Alpha

A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing. Eventually, the screaming stopped. Moments later, a fire ignited inside the warehouse, its flames spreading rapidly. Trinity had ended her own life. Without Nathan, Heath Group didn't last long. The company was devoured within days. When Jake was handling Nathan's affairs, he could only sigh. I had no more regrets. With nothing left to tether me to this world, I disappeared into the void.

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

Even if I didn't want Elena's grave beside mine, she was still buried next to me in the end. At least I was going back to my own world soon and didn't have to be tormented by these people after death. "Two dead? Good. Only one cold devotee left." "I've got nothing left to say. I just hope Daniel will be happy in his next life instead of running into these people." All the comments were now on my side. Deep down, I did feel a bit of warmth upon knowing this. My spirit gradually dispersed, and after a very, very long time, I finally woke up.

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”

Her world had narrowed to the weak yellow light above her desk and the flickering screen of her dying laptop. Jonathan Reed, 67, beloved husband and father, passed peacefully in his sleep… Her fingers stilled over the keyboard. Peacefully. A quiet, bitter breath slipped from her lips. “Yeah. Sure.” She finished the sentence anyway. That was her job—turning ugly endings into something softer. Dressing loneliness in polite words. Making abandonment sound like love. Jonathan Reed hadn’t died peacefully. He had died alone. No family. No voices. No one who cared enough to show up.

She stood by the river and finally answered the question the police had been asking all along. "I know why David killed himself. I also know what Jason said before he died. "Right now, I'm the only person in the world who can answer your questions." She brushed her hair back and smiled faintly. Three people in my family had died one after another. The police could no longer treat it as an ordinary case. Reporters swarmed the story, and before long, the entire country was talking about it.

Not alone. ***

Alone. To be left alone is my fate. I want to die. I have no hope that I will be saved. The image of a Savior is an illusion a myth. To any god out there I beg you I want to die. I do not want this life of mine. Take it. And do not you dare give it to anyone else. Please.