Your Lie In April Death Novels & Stories

But he’d been dead for two years. Her chest squeezed tight. “Where did you get this?” she whispered. “He didn’t die naturally,” the voice said. Her hands went numb. “What do you mean?” Silence. Then: “Lucien Moretti did not sign your father’s death.” The words sank in, cold and slow. Not explosive. Just heavy. “But someone used his authorization code.” Lila’s breathing turned shallow. “Who?” she asked. Nothing. Then: “You are not safe inside the hospital.”

“What the hell, Issac? You are more than an hour late.” “I know….I know, I’m sorry.” Maeve made to leave but he gently grabbed her by her shoulder, stopping her. “I know you are mad and I am so sorry about that. I got caught up at work. I really thought I would be able to make it on time.” “So, why didn’t you tell me?” Maeve demanded. “You did not reply any of the messages I sent you. Why?” “My phone died, look.” He brought his phone out of his pocket and waved it in her face. “It died, I’m really sorry. I promise to make it up to you.”

Visions of blood. I looked up and was greeted by the delicate and blue emptiness. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. It tastes like blood. "Despaire ..." I felt Ashley's grip tightened even more, I could imagine my arms turning violet. "Choose your fate, Hope." I am not Hope ... Or am I? I pressed the bite harder on my lip when I felt the cold and sharp thing on my neck again. My lips were trembling and I was scarcely breathing. The visions are still there. It's still haunting me. And as seconds go by, it's getting worse.

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

Andrew "There are some man in your father's gang who is my close friends they gave me an idea of creating a fake death, they told your dad that I found dead in my own house and because your dad already ordered me to kill Marcus so people will think he killed me because someone in our gang betrayed us by giving Marcus the information that I was planning to kill him, the day your father came into my funeral, I laid in coffin shutting my eyes he thought I am dead, my friends were giving me all information about what is happening in your house but you always kept your plans in your minds because of it I wasn't able to find out what's your next move, "he said.

"And why exactly should I listen to you?" Aiden went very still. The room went very still with him. He looked at her for a long moment — calculating, reassessing, working out what angle was left — and when he spoke again his voice had dropped into something quieter and more deliberate. "If April dies," he said carefully, "you die with her. Are you okay with that?" Zara's expression didn't change.

The media put it all on display, proclaiming America's singing princess was dead and now the whole world knew. "Is it true?" Celine whispered brokenly, clutching at her blankets as if they were the only thing grounding her to reality, and Kevin brushed away the threatening tears as he nodded, crossing the room quickly to gather Celine in his arms. Maybe if he hadn't brushed her off so abruptly, April might still be alive. When she hadn't shown up for a week he had finally gone up to her floor to ask what was going on, but he was too slow, too late, and now April was lost forever.

A car accident leaves my boyfriend, Ben Cullen, with temporary amnesia. When he wakes up, he's convinced that my best friend, Jean Lyle, is his fiancée. The doctors warn us not to upset him, so I have no choice but to let Jean play along. We agree it's only an act. Once Ben gets his memory back, everything will go back to normal. But six months later, he still doesn't remember me. One day, I come across a post on a local forum. "I lost my memory after a car accident and mistook another woman for my girlfriend. Now I'm in love with her. How do I tell my real girlfriend?" The top reply says, "Easy. Keep pretending you have amnesia. You can stay with the new girl, and if you ever change yo

I lied, though my voice was trembling. Vence stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry. He reached out and gripped my waist, his large hands squeezing my flesh. He pulled me flush against him, and I felt it the hard, thick length of his cock pressing right against my stomach. "Stop lying, April. I can smell it on you. You're fucking soaking, aren't you?" I let out a whimpering moan and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I am." "Good girl," he growled.

And here he was now, a man hardened by time, by war, by a fate that neither of us had planned. Tears streamed down my face, and my lips trembled as I took a soft breath, "Nelson… how?" His tear-stained eyes locked onto mine. His trembling hands came up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing against my tears. "I thought you were dead, Lily," he whispered, collapsing. "All these years, I thought you were dead."