Deadlover Stories

One night a year the dead can come back and walk among the living. Are you able to see them? (C) Copyright reserved - Otsana Stories The author expressly asserts all intellectual property and moral rights over this work. Infringement may lead to civil action, with associated potential financial penalties that may be imposed by a Court, including disgorgement of profits and cost orders against the defendant.

Pics of the decline of my longest relationship.. we were definitely soulmates..happily numb for 13 years...it is true you can have more then one soulmate.... not to be confused with a twin soul flame.. which is clearly something that can bend time and space and the fabric of reality. I promised I'd always be there if he need me and now I see that the best way is to just let it go and stay far far away ....and now ... Your dead... Found in a hotel room on 16th & mission in sf.

Daniel has spent three years trying not to forget Mara. Then one night, he dreams of an evening they shared when she was still alive. It doesn't feel like a dream. The street is exactly as it was, her hand feels real in his, and Mara remembers things Daniel has long since lost. Soon, he discovers he can go back. But every visit takes something from him. The clearer Mara becomes inside the memories, the harder she is to remember when he wakes. Before long, returning is no longer a choice. It is the only way he can see her at all. And lately, Mara has started saying things she never said before.

His lover passes away, and he writes notes to him.

"E-Elizabeth...?" My voice quiet and shaky, my whole body feels like it trembling. She looks at me and nods, but I'm hesitant to really believe it's her, "No... it can't be you.. you.. you're lying..!" My voice raised slightly and it cracks. She continues to only stare at me before her lips curl into a mocking smile and she chuckles at my words, "But it is me. Don't you remember your old friend... Vanity?"

How could someone hurt another, No remorse No pain Just greed He killed her It was him. I hate him. He should have died.

everybody shut up- im in my feels...

A few little stories taking place in the same silly universe.

Two objects had once met when they'd been tricked into a murderous game, affecting both of their life's and killing their lovers off. Out of around 20, they had became the only two to live. The two objects had met once more after they'd been released, and now they are roommates. They have now agreed to restart their past relationship, and form it into one which is better.

At 2:17 AM, everything changed. One call. Five words. And then-silence. Three days later, they found his body in the lake. Everyone says it was an accident. Everyone says he's gone. But they're wrong. Because at exactly 2:17 AM... he texted me. A photo. A warning. And something standing behind him that shouldn't exist. Now the boy I loved is either alive... or something pretending to be him. And the deeper I dig, the more I realize- his death wasn't the beginning. It was a message. And I was never supposed to read it. :::writing

In memory of his dead lover.

"Don't cry... I'm still here"|Dead!Robin x Reader| (btw this IS complete it just won't let me change it to complete for some reason)

|I'm sorry if the story's short. I tried my best, but my motivation is terrible.| This is a story about a girl named Toby or T.b. She is a girl who has been bullied for most of her life. She tries to keep her sanity by experimenting on herself to just learn the human body. She knows more than any doctor but can also stitch, sterilize, and keep one from bleeding, overdosing, and just staying alive. She goes to live in a new town with her mother away from the city. She learns new and fascinating things on what secrets this town holds. Follow through to know more about this fucked up story I made, hope you enjoy.~ -- Also any name she says is who she doesn't know personally like a creepypasta character's name. She doesn't know who they are. No one told her she had just found out on her own with just clues. Read this fucked up mess please.

Ky finds out the sad truth about her lover and quits trying to please the world because her world died. (Just a rough draft, I'm in a hurry at the time)

High shool junior Emerson Martinez believes she is the reason for her boyfriend, Elliot's, death. No evidence points to her, she was nowhere near him during his death and there are several witnesses who confirm she didn't even know where he was the entire day. Then why does she believe it? Lucas Samson is just a regular schoolboy who knew her for all but five minutes before the incident but now wants to know the whole story. But will Emmerson tell it to him or will he remain a stranger forever? And will Elliot's ghost and her own past ever stop haunting her?

For twenty-two years, humanity has trusted a single system to answer the oldest question in history. Who are you meant to love? Powered by decades of psychological research and an artificial intelligence capable of analyzing a lifetime of human behavior, the Compatibility Initiative has transformed the world. Every citizen receives a government-issued report on their twenty-first birthday identifying the person with whom they are statistically most likely to build a happy life. The system has never been wrong. Until Ana Carmen Flores Navarro opens her report. Instead of a list of possibilities, she receives only one name. -Marcus Diego Romano Herrera.- A complete stranger. A perfect match. And officially declared brain dead. Bet You Won't is a story about fate, free will, and discovering that sometimes the person who changes your life is the one you never had the chance to meet.

Based on the song "ghostin" by Ariana Grande Where Matthew has reoccurring dreams about Cole, his dead boyfriend, and Myles, his current boyfriend, helps him through it.

from the perspective of a ghost, she slowly watches her lover fall in love with someone other than her.