As Good As Dead Audiobook Novels & Stories

Every one of her steps ushered the cinderblock structure closer until it loomed overhead, and as she passed into its shadow, Emily found herself admiring how the building managed to be both nondescript and foreboding at the same time, a balancing act of utilitarian blandness that screamed government institution! The voice spoke again. No, not just spoke. It came at her. “That place belongs to the dead.” She paused. The speaker wasn’t in her head, rather somewhere to her right: an old woman with wild gray hair, dressed in black. Emily knew she shouldn’t be unsettled—that she was above all the theatrical bullshit that came with this territory—yet she felt her stomach knotting anyway. “The dead

I knew everyone was waiting to hear what this evil man would say next. I took a deep breath, leaned into the microphone, and said, "Everyone, I'm Raymond Hayes. I know that most of you hate me. To many of you, I'm a wicked person who deserves nothing but death." I paused, taking in the countless disdainful, angry eyes staring back at me, before continuing, "But today, I stand here to tell everyone the real truth!"

Music keeps playing downstairs like it’s just another Tuesday. I breathe deep. That sound fuels me. Then my phone rings. The number flashes: Private. I answer, and the voice on the other end is shaking. “Sir… it’s Ray. And Todd. They’re dead. Caden… and his mate… they—” I squeeze the phone until it cracks. “WHAT?” “They killed ‘em, boss. Snapped their necks like twigs. And the kids—sir—they’re gone.” For a moment, the world goes black.

I didn’t. By the time I’d thrown on his shirt and stepped into the corridor, he was already down at the far end talking with Asgard. The two of them stood close, tense, the kind of body language men get when they’ve just heard something they really don’t like. Neither of them told me to go back to bed when I approached. That alone told me how bad it was. “Alpha Malachar is dead,” Asgard said quietly. The hallway felt suddenly too still. “When?” Kaelen asked.

I Could feel the chills run down my spine as I thought about bwhat had happened before I passed out . the alpha was able to cut off my hair making me know that his really powerful . "How long had she been sleeping ,I thought you said that she would be awake In the next few hours "I heard someone say . my head's snapped at the voice . I knew that I could be hearing things. that voice was just like that of cate , but I think that she died ,do how am I being able to heart the voice of a dead person

He said, writhing in pain and looking half dead. Chapter 64 Dungeon Of Torture MARSAI’S POV I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that we were mortal, but I never thought that Alpha Asher would be dead. That wasn’t possible, I would go crazy, if that was true. “What do you mean? Havard! Havard!” Sam shouted, calling his name, but he had already passed out.

That knocked me up like a ten-wheeler truck, disintegrating my heart in a shit of searing flame. I became a damper the whole ride. And every time they're gonna sprout those walkers, I strengthened myself by covering my ears and closed my eyes tightly in a denomination of being blind. "This is the new world now. Flooded with humanity's blood." I heard him said. He's right. Everything howls bad blood that looks like this world had a tremendous spiced of burning hell. "What's your name?" That made me surprised but I concealed the amusement in myself upon mentioning my name.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.