As Good As Dead Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

"Don't call me 'honey'. I feel irritated just looking at you. I won't save you. In fact, you can die for all I care." "I'm begging you. At least do it for Holly's sake. Would you treat me so heartlessly if she were still around?" "How shameless do you have to be to bring up Holly?" My body trembled from rage. I delivered a powerful kick at her, causing her to crumple to the floor. Zara curled up on the floor as a whimper escaped her lips. "Holly… My dear Holly…" "I know the truth. You're the one who killed Holly. You're a wicked woman, Zara Hudson. Go home. You'll be receiving your court summons soon enough," I said icily.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

He was hit with a diagnosis of advanced acute liver cirrhosis, and after three days in the ICU, he took his last breath. Jane came as soon as she heard, trying to offer some solace. "You look wrecked, Silvia. Maybe Wendy could stay with me for a bit? Give you a chance to breathe." I managed a wry smile and a shake of my head. In my previous life, Jane's good intentions led to my daughter's disappearance after school. In this life, I could not put her through that again. "Jane, I appreciate it, but I'll hang in there." After Jane left, I stood by Chester's body in the morgue, emotionless and empty.

“Yeah,” Eason added with a shrug. “Let the storm come. Northerners don’t get scared easily.” Despite their reassurances, the tension in the pack was palpable. Servants and guards moved quietly, their faces tight with worry. Conversations were hushed, and the air felt thick with anxiety. Holly’s body had been cremated on spot under Asher’s orders, but the news had surely reached Alpha Johnson by now. Yet he hadn’t done anything.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

She was always very detailed whenever she tells stories. That's why the image of Alpha Irvine transforming one of his hands into paws with sharp claws to slice the neck of the maid instantly popped into my mind the moment Holly told it to the others. I never believed it back then, but to have Holly say it. To have her story be just like what Eleanor said was enough to bring a few hairs on the back of my neck to rise. "I didn't mean it." Holly defended herself again. I wonder how it must feel like, to know someone died because of you?

Mason pulled her away from him so he could get a good look at her. Courtney was shaking. “T-those n-nurses…. They were the ones th-that killed Penelope!” Mason and Jaxson jumped up without even thinking. “WHAT?” they said in unison. Courtney fell to the floor and I almost did but managed to catch myself on the rails. “I would recognize them anywhere! They killed her! I saw them!” Courtney was in full hysterics.

Open it up. There were actually five layers built into the casket. The four upper layers had already been opened. Only one was left. Annie was concerned that Holly would get scared. She held her fingers and said, "Don't be afraid, Holly. Dead people aren't that scary. They won't turn into zombies like in the movies." Holly nodded and said softly, "Don't talk anymore. I have to focus." "Okay. Good luck, Holly!" Everyone put on their respirators.

He gestured to the four masked men who aimed their pistol at Massimo. "Mass....Vincent is in!" Hyacinth muttered. "Don't worry, he can't do a thing" he assured. "Then why is he here?" She asked. "The deal ends today because Godmother is dead!" Alejandro winked and Massimo gasped. "What! How?" He asked curiously. "I freaking killed, she's taking a whole lot of time.." he paused and faced somewhere else. "Who still stays alive at 85!!!" He grinned evily as he faced Massimo.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"