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Dead... Again...

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I remember my first death fondly; a big 'bang'and then darkness. As if someone punched a hole in a piece of black construction paper, a white light pierced the blackness. Like any confused soul, I made my way toward it.
I didn't like what I saw on that end, so I turned around. 
Who knew that telling Heaven to screw off had some unsavory consequences?All Rights Reserved

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Antanasia by THEDAYSWELIVEFOR

This is crazy; why is this happening to me. Did I do something wrong. Is this gods way of punishing me. Or is there even a god. Why am I stuck here in this life the one of pain and suffering watching people die left an right. Dropping like flies. People dying because of my recklessness. He warned me. Told me that I should stay away. But I didn't listen. I should have listened.

Unforgiven Dreams ✔️ by CrayyZedd

[COMPLETED : 5|09|2016 and slowly editing ] He snapped his fingers and a red flame flourished into existence. "How did you-" "I'm a professional." He smirked, clearly enjoying this. If I got a penny for everytime I rolled my eyes at him, I would probably be a billionaire. In a limousine. With a hot wife. And a hotter girl to cheat on her with. And that too I'm straight. He flexed his palms and the flame disappeared. "With practice, even you can control your Blue Matter." I didn't say anything, just nodded. "This Blue Matter is stronger than Red Matter. It can destroy beings. Be careful with it." "Uh, so I am a DreamMaire?" "No, Sophie, you're the Dream Maker." _______________________ Sophie Hazelwood, sixteen, just makes it in the world with her confident aura and weird humour. All she wants is to be a singer and move over her past, however hard that might be. But she's not completely aware of what she's capable of. Meet Keith, new boy with a hot bod who changes her life in ways that could have never been foreseen. Join her in this journey as she fights off mythical beings, braving through broken trusts and shattered hearts. Highest Ranking #21 in Fantasy - 16/8/16 Hit one kay reads - 30/7/16 Reached two kay reads - 12/9/16 ________________________ Yes, the story will be kind of normal in the beginning but stay tuned for more! :D Also, there will be some usage of foul words, and you've been warned! Kind of a short book with less chapters, perfect for a quick read. Cheers! xoxo Affi ❤️

The Grim Reaper's Dahlia by diasbow

'A Devil is not to be trusted' they say but can you trust humans? In a world where death is her only escape, Lore who is abused, broken and diagnosed with Addison's disease feels her mortal life slowly fade away. But she knows better than anyone that death finds its victim not the other way around when depression hits her. Lore's encounter with The Grim Reaper, Adion and the Queen Iza of the Souls realm- ' Yoru' makes her life a living hell. A queen who has a twisted sense of justice and a weird way of having fun puts her in a life in turmoil. Lore's life now filled with dark twists must tackle them in order to fight DEATH herself because Death always takes away one or the other. Will Lore choose death's embrace as she always wished for or fight her way to bring everything back to its place? This is a haunting tale of justice, love and blurred lines between life and death. Finding life in the face of death is the cruellest thing Lore will face during this quest or maybe not... she is yet to face more pain than she can handle. NOTE : this story contains underlying mature themes such as depression, torture, violence, child abuse, assault, suicide etc... DISCLAIMER: The events, circumstances, places and characters in the Story are purely imaginative and fictional THIS WORK IS COPYRIGHTED© PLAGIARISM IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED AND COULD ATTRACT LEGAL ACTION IN CASE OF BREACH.

Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

Death's kiss by Sourabhi9

When Amelia woke up finally it felt like eternity. As she opened her heavy drawn eyelids, only darkness embraced her and raw smell of a chilly winter evening. She could feel a different taste on her lips... something bitter... something metallic.. pain. And then she realized she is dead!! Only two days ago she had everything... a wonderful family, a loving boyfriend and a job that pays off her rent and now....now she is, well, dead!! What happened? How did it happen? Who did this to her? So many questions yet no answers, just a dark truth prevailed. But she will not leave so easily. No, not until she gets her answers. She'll stay in this world as long as she has to... even if that means contacting the Grim Reaper himself!!

Death is Cold | Jack Frost x Male Reader by Xreaderlovelife

Death. A terrifying concept. But what about when YOU are Death? Is it still so scary of a thing, or does it mellow out now that you are the one cursed to replace the old Death. You had been around in the Dark Ages, replacing the old Death, and working alongside the Boogeyman, but you never liked Pitch -his more recent name-. You never killed for fun, but for the dead ones. Pitch saw it as striking down anyone you wanted, which you could, but wouldn't. You never spoke a single word to Pitch, so he grew to believe you were a mute Death.

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

A Book of Dust and Breath by eacomiskey

Max has spent the past several thousand lifetimes as a Reaper among humans and, despite the pleasures of a tidy country home with a well-dusted library and a finely tuned Harley, he's starting to get bored. His best friend gives him some advice: "Drink some scotch. Bed a woman. Join a rock band. Get it out of your system, and get back to your dutiful service." Max tried, but he ended up getting drunk, marrying the girl in Vegas, and accidentally triggering a chain of events that could end with the destruction of the human race. Now he needs to make things right again but the Reaper quickly learns that the magic of being human comes with one grim reality.

Annabella Snow: The Killer. by Lysohirka

It's like the whole world stopped. Everyone just stood there, not moving or breathing. The lights faded out and my lungs ached. I couldn't breathe. No matter if I gasped, nothing would come. Everything was a blur. In that moment, I knew that I just pissed off the wrong person, and I was dying. "I love you, L-" I gasped out before the whole world started to work again. But I wasn't there, I was dead.

Reaper by SelvaTheQueen

You think your dead-end retail job is bad? You think the worst job ever could be found under the Golden Arches? You think your boss is a jerk? Try me. I'm a grim reaper, one of billions. It's still not enough, so we're all overworked--and I'm new. So, like any newbie, I get the jobs nobody else wants. Like cleaning up after the really crazy people. Like finding sunken submarines. Like going through the children's ward at a hospital. Make no mistake. Your job is heaven compared to mine. Made mature for language and mentions of death, violence, murder, and suicide.

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Antanasia

This is crazy; why is this happening to me. Did I do something wrong. Is this gods way of punishing me. Or is there even a god. Why am I stuck here in this life the one of pain and suffering watching people die left an right. Dropping like flies. People dying because of my recklessness. He warned me. Told me that I should stay away. But I didn't listen. I should have listened.