As Good As Dead Audiobook Novels & Stories

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

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.

He simply nodded, and that was enough. “Dr. Vance,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s good to meet you in person.” I nodded in return. “Likewise, General Cole.” There was no need for pleasantries. I knew why I was here, and so did he. Without another word, he gestured for me to sit. “I’m sure you’ve seen the reports. You’ve read about the fever. The people who’ve died. The ones who’ve turned. It’s a nightmare. And we’re losing. Every day, we lose more ground to the infected.”

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.

I shifted my weight uneasily on both feet as a loud rumbling of thunder pedaled through the night’s air, the second time now since we had marched on horseback into the thick forest of dried trees. “How long has the body been here?” Anthony’s gruff voice was emotionless, but I could sense the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior. The rogue’s words blurred in my ears as I stared at the body…or what remained of it. Ezra Gooding...one of the elite wolves of Gotham looked like a bloody mass of potato pudding, a dark stain on the billowing snow.

The phone was persistent, though. "Better take it, could be important," I said, chewing without a hint of annoyance. He picked up, and within moments, his face told me all I needed to know. It had to be that ever-present blast from his past, his childhood friend. After he ended the call, he turned to me with uncertainty in his eyes. "Yvonne's mom just passed out, and Yvonne's fresh off the plane. She's clueless about how things work at the hospitals here, and I—"

I reached down and ripped the tape off his mouth, the harsh sound of it peeling away breaking the silence of the warehouse. He winced, gasping for air. "Ow, that hurt," he croaked, his voice hoarse. "How does it feel to see the evil enemy you thought was killed come back to life?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. "You must be absolutely terrified." "We weren't trying to kill you!"

"Be clear and smooth." Don't tell me he decided to make me his audiobook. "C'mon.." he ushers. I sigh and start reading from the third paragraph. "I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. 'There will come a time,' I said, 'when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you...

Whichever way you look at it, whether you live or eventually die things will always come to an end. Summer ~”AARON …AARON ARE YOU OKAY? ...BABY WAKE UP…AARON.” I am surrounded by complete and utter darkness. If there is light at the top of this bottomless pit then I sure ain't seeing it. I am completely and utterly alone, I cannot hear voices or see the shadows of any faces, I cannot even hear myself breathe. I believe that is it for me then, I must be dead and I am falling down this hole deeper and deeper with every passing second.