As Good As Dead Audiobook Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

Kira’s POV "Dead, huh? I really wanted to kill him, this is sad, how's he dead?" I asked with a chuckle, staring down at the lifeless corpse sprawled across the obsidian floor like discarded meat. His mouth was still twisted in that final scream... eyes wide, soul gone. Ash’s arm curled tightly around my waist, steady and warm against my trembling frame. His touch grounded me, tethered me, because goddess help me… I was one second away from burning the entire body into dust. Slowly. Painfully. Piece by cursed piece.

(Baba talk say dem drop am- the man said they dropped them yesterday) I didn't see any gun talk more of gunsss. It's official, I'm dead."I didn't see any gun when I got in here." I answered looking obviously confused. "What do you mean you didn't see any g...!!" Ayo said to me as his voice raised with every word, a voice cut him off. Thank the almighty. I turn to face the speaker, it was the short looking man. "It's okay" He said that with a lot of command in his voice. Looking at his face I realised he looks older than every one of them. Good thing, they have a responsible leader.

"Good." The End.

They’re getting a little loud. Am I dead?

He coughed. His whole body convulsed with it, chest heaving, and then his eyes opened. He stared up at Ava. At the frost on the trees. At the clearing that looked like January had crashed into October and lost. "Why..." His voice was wrecked. Barely there. "Why's it so cold?" I stared at him. He'd been dead. Three minutes ago, his blood had been pumping out onto the forest floor, and the first words out of his mouth were a complaint about the weather.

**A New Dawn** The city skyline was still drenched in the fading glow of dawn as Ayesha sat by the window of the safe house, her injured shoulder bandaged, her mind still reeling from the events of the night before. The Ghost was dead. It should have felt like victory, like closure—but all she felt was exhaustion. The door creaked open, and Adrian stepped inside, carrying two cups of coffee. He placed one in front of her before settling into the chair across from her.

He takes a deep breath and disappointedly fumes. “Such a pain. Just what is it this time?” Knowing everything as this kind of call is a summon from him. He took the book and into his hands he read the title. “Death Reincarnate.” Remembering and quiet is the expert of such two lingering words, HIS voice echoes bringing him somewhat back into that day with HIS words that ring.

He stood there for a moment, swaying, blood soaking through his clothes as his chest heaved. Then he pulled out his phone. His thumb hovered for half a second before pressing the number. “Robert,” Zane said when the call connected, voice hoarse and scratched. “I have Asher.” A beat passed as he listened to what the old said and then he responded... “Yes. He’s dead.”