روايات وقصص ضمن Alex Brightman The Whole "being Dead" Thing

It was the smile of death. #to be continued in Chapter 2.3 - Albert's Past

She did not know how to face the world anymore. Albert carried his son and walked towards the bed. He was amused at how shy his woman was even after doing it with her several times. "Hey... lazing out?" Albert called out when he reached the bed. "I'm dead, I can't see, I can't walk, I can't talk." Velma said, pretending to be dead. "I have never seen a dead person speak." Albert gave out an amused laugh. "Dylan wants to see you." Albert said. Hearing that it was her son, Velma moved the blanket slowly that only her eyes here visible.

Ford's POV Icy water filled my lungs as my consciousness faded into darkness. "Alpha! Alpha!" Someone was dragging me, pulling me back from the brink of death. I opened my eyes to see the frantic faces of the rescue crew. "Don't save me," I pushed them away, my voice a raw whisper. "Let me die here." "Alpha, you can't give up!" my Beta yelled, grabbing my arm. "The pack needs you!" Needs me? I murdered my Luna. What right did I have to live?

Not someone he'd claimed to be obsessed with for so many years. He stood before the silver pot for a long time, watching the metal slowly cool and solidify around Sage's remains. His assistant eventually approached him cautiously. "Alpha Kael, the young masters have woken up and are crying for you upstairs." "I'll be right there," Kael turned around without looking back at the pot. "Did you record everything that just happened? I want to show the footage to Aria later." "Everything's recorded as you requested," the assistant nodded quickly. "Should we dispose of Miss Sage's body?"

Your life will never be normal again. Those words, spoken with a brutal, quiet certainty by the man who had been dead for two years, echoed in the hollow space of Danny’s mind. They weren’t a warning; they were a statement of fact, already proven true the moment he saw Alex standing in his living room.

I floated behind Keith and watched him shout into the empty air. Suddenly, it felt almost funny. 'Keith, I'm right here.' But a soul couldn't make a sound. All I could do was watch him yell my name into the empty connection over and over again. He was so fierce and harsh, as if I owed him something. I lowered my head and looked at my transparent hands. It turned out death had its perks. At least I didn't have to be falsely accused and forced to kneel and apologize anymore.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing my gravestone, as if finally holding my hand. Alice collapsed to the ground, her screams tearing through the silence. Ella stood frozen, her arrogance finally replaced by terror. It was too late. Kael collapsed in a pool of blood, his heart already still.

Moonlight washed the flagstones of the Montclair estate in pale, cold light. By the time I arrived at the chapel with my people, Vivienne was already there, directing two servants to pry open the coffin. Dr. Pemberton stood off to the side with his medical case. He was silver-haired and ruddy-cheeked, looking as though none of this had anything to do with him. "Faster! Hurry up!" Vivienne hissed, keeping her voice low but unable to mask the desperation in it. "Any longer and that vile woman is going to get my son killed!"