I'm Engaged! ...To Death's Designated Thread Cutter

Bellatrix Lupensia never married. Never fell in love. That sole fact pulled and tugged at her heart strings until she just couldn't bare it anymore. On a precipice overlooking the ocean, she watched another one of her friends wed the man of her dreams while she stood idly by, always supportive, in her bridesmaid gown. By a sheer stroke of unlucky (or lucky) chance, the bride's bouget is prematurely tossed after the conclusion of the kiss and sores out of everyone's reaches down the massive cliff face overlooking the ocean and a mass of jagged rocks. Yes, past everyone's reach, except Bellatrix, who madly and instinctually dives for it in an effort to have one final hope at the possibility of a loving marriage. And, in doing so, dives face first to death...and romance? In what form? In the form of one of death's underlings. A sweet, spunky, odd, and mystifying young man who calls himself Death's Designated Thread Cutter. What is that? And will Bellatrix get her wish?

Hey Everyone! I'm Swig! I'm kinda new here. I have aspired to be a good writer for a good long while, but due to my own personal hangups and anxieties it has become very difficult for me to have confience in my story writing prowess. As a result, I thought I woul...