Already Dead Novel Novels & Stories

Damon POV Clutching onto my sides, I felt pain, the kind of pain I have never felt before. It runs deep in my veins, it was like someone was breaking all of the bones in my body. She was dead... My mate, Lilith, is dead. Everyone stayed quiet as Eve inspected her lifeless body, kicking her in the ribs. "The anti-Christ is dead," she threw up her hands in victory, the crowd later joining her, "What an antichrist she turned out to be," she joked, chuckling as hoisted her foot on Lilith's lifeless body,

Nicholas was beside me. Chase beside Damion. Lydia close enough that our shoulders touched. One enormous, broken family gathered beneath a dead monastery while a woman who had been dead for twenty-four years warned us about another man who was supposed to be dead. Because apparently death had become a suggestion. Nicholas looked at me. “No.” I blinked. “No what?” “No more dead people coming back.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You were thinking it.” “I was.” “I can tell.” “You know Henry’s supposed to be dead.”

His shoulders were slumped, his eyes were focused on the floor and his steps were slow. He only ever walked like that whenever he'd come to deliver bad news. "What's going on Nathan? What's wrong?" I questioned, as he joined me on the terrace. Nathan sighed heavily, pressing his lips into a thin line before deciding to speak. "Jake... it's about Nova," Nathan finally spoke. My heart stopped for a second at the mention of her name. "What about her?" "She... she's dead," Nathan announced. Those words went straight to my spine, breaking every bone keeping me upright. For a moment, it felt like my lungs had grown thin, I could barely breathe.

Jenny’s POV I could tell he was struggling with whatever it was he was hiding from me. Which made my stomach contract nervously. I bit my lip and looked at him expectantly. He took a deep breath and started with a sentence that had my breath catching and my heart skipping a beat “We are officially dead, you and I. Everyone in Snow; except our family, knows we died at the hospital after the attack on our house. They had our funeral two days ago and buried us in the family cemetery. As far as Zade knows, he succeeded in killing us. And that will give us more time and an element of surprise to dig around for the information we need without him knowing about it. I gave the leadership over to Luc

Was I? Was I already dead? It was entirely possible. Perhaps I’d died a few hours ago from dehydration. Or perhaps Giuulia really had shot me and I’d just imagined the rest of that scene. But no, that couldn’t be. Because death could not be this…this cement cell. The rat was telling lies.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

Even though she would be out of breath after running for a short while, she was still very happy. Zack seemed to have endless energy. He dragged her with him to build snowmen next. Olivia built a huge snowman while Zack built two small ones next to hers. He pointed at one of them, saying, "Alicia, me, Mommy." Olivia caressed his face gently. "Alicia will be reunited with us soon." "Where's Daddy?" Zack blinked. "Oh, he's dead." Ethan sneezed without any warning. Kelvin hastily went forward, saying, "Mr. Miller, please rest for a moment. Mrs. Miller is surrounded by our men, so she's safe right now.

I repeat slowly, starting to feel for him. “I don’t think he knows,” Kristy says quietly. “His energy is pure chaos.” “Well, yeah, he’s been dead,” Naomi retorts. “Dead?” He sucks in air but doesn’t take in any oxygen. I’m not sure if he needs it or not. “I’m…I’m dead?” “Way to go,” Nicole hisses. “You weren’t supposed to tell him that he’s dead. Or was dead? Is he alive? He looks alive. But he doesn’t smell alive.”

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be