As Good As Dead Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the silence was unsettling. “We’re not alone,” Ethan said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. I followed his gaze and saw the movement in the shadows—infected, lurking just out of sight. There were more of them than I expected, their twisted, decayed forms blending into the wreckage around us. “Stay close,” Ethan said, his hand brushing against my arm as he moved forward. The first infected lunged at us with a guttural growl, and Ethan reacted instantly. His powers flared, a burst of energy knocking the creature back before it could get too close. The rest of the team sprang into action, weapons firing as the infected swarmed toward us.

It takes all of my strength to say his name. “I’m sorry, honey.” I feel the brush of Holly’s hand along my forehead as she pushes my hair back. “We didn’t make it in time for him.” “Dead?” I can only ask my question with one word. “I’m afraid so. Were you friends?” “No,” I say. “But… he died for me.” I remember going to the market that morning with Parker. And… Poppy… and…. “Wylie.” “Who?” Rob asks. “The other guard,” Holly tells him. “The one they locked up.”

The breeze stopped blowing after about two minutes, and Jayden looked inside the casket. He was fascinated by how fresh the bloody body of a woman was staring back at him. The others all took a step back, terrified by what they saw. Jayden told the people who had gotten closer after realizing it was just a dead body and they had nothing to fear from it, "Guys, I think she just died and was just buried." All of them were now focusing on the recently deceased body. One of the girls, Vivian, sat down to touch the body and said, "I think so too."

She had to get out of there, she was feeling weak inside but she knew that she had to keep going and mustn't give up. Her spine felt chills when she stumbled upon a dead body on the floor. She didn't even know how to react and just the sight of it made her limbs go weak. Derek had made sure to kill everyone in the pack and she felt as though she was the only survivor left. She was running as fast as she could until she finally got to a safe place. She was so weak that she couldn't even get to the border. She had tried crossing it but decided to rest and didn't even care about the fact whether or not Derek found her. She was already feeling alone so she might as well join her parents.

Riccardo said and she nodded then she cleaned her eyes and pretended to pull herself so she could start talking again. "Deborah how was Mr Castillo murdered?" Riccardo asked. "I saw him get stabbed repeatedly" I noticed Alicia looked at her alliances to confirm if she was saying the truth and they nodded which made her clench her jaw in fury. "Where did you go after the scene?" Riccardo asked.

she asked sweetly. "Sadie… why? Why would you do this to me?" His voice trembled with disbelief. "Noah Howell, who are you talking to?" Nemera asked with a chuckle. "Sadie, what's wrong with you?" Noah sobbed, kneeling before her. "Look at me! It's me, Noah!" "Sadie? Who's that?" Nemera sneered. "Oh, do you mean the woman who used to live in this body? Don't you know? You killed Sadie Carrington a long time ago."

Did that mean I would be able to forget my mate, whose belief in Selena's lies allowed her to steal my life and silently sanction the killing of our pup? I ran my hand over my empty, throbbing chest, where the heart beating within was his—a heart long since corroded by resentment. I then, without a flicker of doubt, uncorked the porcelain bottle and downed the bitter liquid in one go. "I'm willing to accept it." I was no longer Aria, the heiress of the Silver Moon pack, from that day onward—the soul that survived the ordeal was, entirely and solely, my own. … Third-person's POV:

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

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.