As Good As Dead Book Novels & Stories

"Based on the preliminary evaluation, your awareness is clear, your thought processes are coherent, and there are no signs of any psychotic symptoms. Your mental health, at least in terms of cognition and basic emotional functioning, is completely normal." Alisha paused for a moment, then a faint but sharp smirk appeared on her lips. "Stop trying to hide behind mental illness as an excuse for your vile actions. You know better than anyone what you've done."

"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... Wait which book is this?" I turn it, looking at the front cover. "The fault in our stars by John Green," Asher says. "It's the story about a teenage girl diagnosed with lung cancer." "Oh.. it's only the first chapter. Can we read again from the beginning?" I ask. "Yeah.." he nods. "But did you

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I closed my eyes, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, counting the seconds until my freedom, my identity, and my life were formally taken from me. ​"Time to go under," Sterling murmured. ​The sharp prick of the needle bit into my skin. Almost instantly, a wave of liquid ice rushed up my vein, spreading through my chest, thick and heavy. My limbs turned to lead. The harsh white lights overhead began to stretch and blur, melting into long streaks of silver. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor slowed, sounding as if it were underwater. ​My eyelids grew impossibly heavy. I couldn't lift my hand. I couldn't speak. I was slipping into the dark, helpless ocean of anesthesia,

****A/N**** So this was the last chapter of BOOK 1 BOOK 2 :The Rejected Alpha King is out on GoodNovel P.S. [] is for what Elias said to Erica back when they spoke before she woke up.

He killed my future. There was blood all over his face ... I couldn't look anymore. I was just praying he would kill me faster. NOWADAYS..... I knocked on the door and entered my boss's office. "Finally." he said as if he had been waiting for me for hours. "What do you have for me?" I asked immediately. "Sit down." he waited for me to sit down and pulled out a folder of documents. "This information is about a very dangerous man." he handed me the folder. "His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer."

Are you sure I can revive her completely, because I am smelling something pretty rotten," I mumbled sourly and covered my nose. He glared at me and entered the hut. He walked back out and tossed me a small book. "Read that first, while I gather the herbs we'll need," he said softly and headed into the greenery still naked. I opened the tiny book and was surprised by seeing sanskrit. It had been a very long time since I'd read the ancient script but it was coming back to me. I had to focus my light on the being I was wanting to bring back. I also had to offer a promise or gift to the Death God holding the soul, normally the one requesting the revival was the one responsible for payment. So Uk

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

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Andrew P.o.v I can't believe Zombie was beside me. It was a weird coincidence. I heard her whisper something to the girl who was beside her. She was stealing glances of me from time to time I couldn't help but smirk. The Principal was ranting about something, it didn't seem like it would end soon.I was really bored I wanted to talk to her and this time I wanted to know her name and not to call her 'Zombie' the next time. That's not exactly a good first impression you see?