Already Dead Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Author's Note: Bonus story guys. I'm uploading a new story here, hope you like it. Liam I’M DEAD . That’s the thought that went through my head when I saw her leave the same building that I was just in. I’m dead, and I have gone to heaven.

So many people felt a sense of loss, including a man sitting with a white flower in his hand, gazing at Ayleen’s body. “I’m sorry, I should have … gotten there faster,” the man said. *** Meanwhile, Ayleen Hazel who had been declared dead in 2025 suddenly opened her eyes and immediately felt the sunlight stinging her eyes. She seemed to be lying asleep on a table with one hand propping up her head. She shielded her eyes from the bright light with her left hand and began to try to make sense of her surroundings. ‘Where am I? Am I in a hospital?’ Ayleen wondered.

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

Chapter 159 Arnou’s POV Dead?! “Alisa, I’m confused. What do you mean Eden is dead? And how do you know that?” I asked in confusion as I began to realize that I hadn’t seen Edn after the battle. “I know that because I killed the man that killed him,” Alisa said as she burst into tears. “He was just trying to help us and he killed him,” She muttered incoherently between hiccups. This is bad news. Nikkini won’t like this at all. She’s almost ready to pop at any moment and her husband is dead.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

Two more weeks until the final surgery. Two more weeks until Serena Blackwood's face would be fully formed. Two more weeks until Alena Kensington would truly disappear. But that didn't matter. Because Alena Kensington had already died in that fire. What remained now was a ghost risen for revenge. And that ghost's name was Serena Blackwood.