As Good As Dead Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

"He isn't so evil you know?" "Yeah. He is God sent to punch life out of you. Yes we know". Lily who is older with just 2years has been very protective of Amy all their lives. She had previously challenged Jack and this made Jack extremely detest her. He hates women with guts and Lily happens to be a woman. Amy who is so protective of her mean husband would not let her family talk ill about the monster she is married to. "If you can stop talking about him like that, I will come to your dinner party". She bargained.

I stood in front of few guys who really looked like dangerous goons who is ready to take a life at that instant. " Strongest we have now is smack... " I frowned at him hearing that name. " It's Heroine .....but amount will be what we say and no bargaining . Deal or ....." " Deal " I replied before letting him complete. Like that our deal is made and I got what I wanted. ................. An anonymous world ....... I felt like I am traveling through such a world after taking that drug. A smooth and calm experience where there is nothing to make me disturbed. I was someone who is floating like a weightless body through that world without worrying about anything happening around him.

She thanked the stars that Jackson was the one answering the questions because she was still trying to process the gravity of their situation. “Where is Costas Markopolos?” Jackson looked calm, but his heart still pounded as he tightened his arms around her. They were going to die next; she could feel it. They had passed the silver test, but no one would leave witnesses after committing such a heinous crime. “He’s dead, sir,” Jackson answered without hesitation. Miss Roberts’ sobs turned to wails. “See? He’s a monster,” she said. “I was right.”

I vaguely heard the wail of an ambulance siren. I smelled the sterile sting of disinfectant. I felt the shock of an electric jolt. As my consciousness slipped further away, the only sound I could make out was the doctor urging me not to fall asleep. It was almost poetic, in a tragic way—right on the seventh day, my death was finally closing in. But what about Holly? What would become of her, trapped under Jessica’s torment? And worst of all, I had barely any time at all with her. I tried my best to open my eyes, but I had no energy left.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

Jordan was never in such a lowly position in front of me. He started begging. “As long as you don’t expose these, I will agree to anything!” I yelled hysterically, “But our baby is dead! You killed him! How are you going to amend that?” I tried to calm myself down and stared coldly at the person before me. “When you tried to kill me, you should’ve had such a realization.” Jordan knelt down. “Please don’t expose these! I will no longer treat you like that. I… I will break up with Holly!”

"That's impossible. My daughter… she can't be dead. She's only eight months old." They wheeled Queenie Bedrock out. I rushed over and gently touched her face. "Queenie, wake up. Please, look at Daddy. Queenie…" My tears fell onto her face, but she remained as she was, eyes closed, as though merely asleep. I turned to the doctor. "Look, she's only sleeping. She can't be dead. Doctor, please check again." Beside me, the nanny wiped away her tears. "It's all my fault. If only I had noticed sooner, maybe I could've done something. She was such a sweet child… Always smiling, so precious…"

He reminisces. “What happened?” I suddenly want to know. “It was an unfortunate event that changed the villagers' perception of life. Jane once had a younger sister. She was playing with other kids that time. Everyone was so busy with the festival that they forgot to keep tracks of the kids. The children decided to explore the remote part of this town. Then afterwards we realized they were gone. We looked for them everywhere, and after ten minutes of searching, we found their lifeless bodies scattered on that part of the woods, with open wounds and blood everywhere.” Jordan pauses.

Only a speck of life was left in her body. She stared at herself in horror and in her eyes she could see her reflection. Her eyes were gray and her hair was brown. She was the Badblood girl. "H...help" she choked in pain. Tears fell down on her eyes. Rila just stared at herself in horror. She felt like her stomach was turned upside down. She looked in the distance and saw a tall man with unspeakable ugliness. His face was out of this world. He was holding an ax covered with thick crimson blood.