All Of Us Are Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

Her eyes when my cum fills her are wide and full of love. I don't see a better way for a night to end. The three of us, collapsed in a heap as we live out our last day at home pack before we head straight to what may or may not be our deaths. I know we are all thinking it, but we don't dare say it.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

They all knew what "there'' was. Luke left Felicia with Liz and Randal. He and Randy shared a look; he was doing his best to be the strong one for his wife and everyone else. The younger Bailey walked down the hall toward the morgue. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silence; it felt so unreal. This had to be some elaborate prank, like when he was eleven, and William pretended to cut off his hand in the garbage disposal. He'd been so scared he'd peed his pants thinking a kitchen appliance had mutilated his big brother. William felt pretty guilty he had scared him so badly. This had to be a joke; it just had to be. When he neared the room, he saw Cassie propped up in a chair, looking catatoni

Auden; You wish, sadly wishes don't be coming true no more so your sour self be stuck with my goofy ass forever. Tristan; There's nothing like forever, dummy. We all gon die soon one day. Auden; Of course I know, but at least we're still alive at the moment. This is our forever staring at us right now. Pfft. Damon; For once, Auden's sounding smart and meaning it. Is the world coming to an end already since weirder things keeps happening. Auden; Oh, fuck off man. Of course you had to ruin my golden moment with your lousy text. Fool.

Alpha Asher walks away, leaving me, my sisters, Vincenzo, and Darius in the room. “Let’s all sit. There’s a lot to discuss,” Darius says uncomfortably. He runs his hands through his hair and Daya takes his other hand as we all make our way to the couches. “So…Bram is dead,” Daya breaks the weird silence in the room. “He really died? Are you sure?” I ask in disbelief. Vincenzo pulls me closer to his side. The soothing sparks from the physical contact help relax me.

I stop walking and I stare at the inscription on the wall in front of me. I'm not asking for "and they lived happily ever after". I'm only asking for "and they lived" Reading it thrice, a sense of loss, guilt, loss and pain floods me, nobody lived. Roseanna Manchester Lockwood is dead. Vincent Lockwood is dead. Caramel Lyla Lockwood is dead. Victor Linus Lockwood might as well be dead, and I, Caden Ian Manchester died a long time ago. I'm a shell, a ghost, void, empty, I'm dead, no wonder Fiona left me.

“So it’s true. There is a sickness.” Gavin nodded grimly. “And somehow all three of us have it?” My pulse thundered. “Whatever it is… If there’s one thing that’s certain, it’s that we’re dying.” No one contradicted me. The black veins on Gavin’s arm seemed to pulse in agreement. I looked between them, suddenly my brothers in every way that mattered, and knew the truth. We might not make it out of this. But she would. “We find Alessi first,” I said. “Then we figure out the rest.”

“Now, look carefully and bear in your mind that the scene you are seeing is the end of this loop, but the start of the final game I am facing with Him. For this scene lies Alliah’s death and final corruption.” NOW, SHALL WE HAVE A GLIMPSE OF IT?

Tears stung my eyes as I retched over and over, unable to hold back the disgust and fear that filled my entire being. I was about to turn to stare at what was enough to make me horrified for the rest of my life when I heard the system's voice. “We have to go.” It said but I slowly shook my head. “This isn't what you think it is.” “You know what I think it is.” My voice trembled as I turned back to the dead people in the sitting room. “It is what I think it is.” There were about a dozen dead people in here, all fallen upon one another. They seemed to have… killed themselves.