As Good As Dead Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

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.

“Ariel!” Jackson snaps, more panicked than angry, grabbing my arm and holding me tight like he’s afraid I’m going to run like my wolf is. “Tasha is – she’s dead, all right?” I whip my head back to him, my eyes wide, a moan climbing up my throat because – Oh my god. Oh my god – That little girl, all alone in the world – her mother dead –

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.

"Blame me?! How can you blame me! It's all Jack's fault! If he hadn't messed things up with Hayden and I, none of this would've happened!" Jack's eyes widened in shock as blood spilled from his lips. Holly turned to the Smiths with a wild look. "Happy now? He's dead. Will you take me back now?" Panic ripped through the room. Screams filled the air, and people dashed for the exits. Wren and Tracy were screaming too. "She's lost it! She's completely lost it!" As they tried to make a run for it, Holly grabbed them, her dagger glinting in the light.

“And when he does, he’ll kill you. Whether you hurt me or not, you’re dead.” For a moment, Gina’s smile faltered, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. But she quickly recovered, her composure as icy as ever. “Maybe. But Holly wants to handle that part herself. She wants Alex to suffer, to lose everything after he killed Dain and she has the backing of Alex's enemy And you? You’re just the first step.” Holly’s name sent a fresh wave of dread through me, but I forced myself to meet Gina’s gaze. “You won’t win,” I said firmly. “Alex will never go back to you. No matter what you do.”

Axel glares at me like I just peed on his car. Which, in fairness, I have considered. “So, really, is Lee dead or not?” I try to sound forceful. Axel looks at Miguel, who shrugs. Axel leans forward. “For all official purposes, Lee is dead, burnt to a crisp. However, technically, Lee just went to a better place,” he says softly. “Literally.” “Yeah, probably sunbathing and sipping cocktails with the devil,” Miguel charms, still with that annoying smirk. “Or getting fucked by him,” Axel grunts with the same smile. My gut tells me Lee is still breathing. But who does the body belong to then? What did Jackson do? How far did he go this time?

He falls on his knees and asks, “How? What are you?” Holly towers over him and for the first time she can see how pathetic he actually is. Now that it is just him left, he seems to have forgotten his cruel and confident ways. She looks at him disgusted and says, “I am justice. Do you think you can torture angels and get away with it? If there is a devil, don’t you think there is a god?” His eyes get big with fear and Holly feels powerful knowing that the roles are reversed now. “What will you do to me?” he asks trembling. Holly looks at him coldly, “I don’t need to do anything to you because you are already dead.”

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

Death by edging. I wasn’t sure if that was possible, but it sure the fuck felt like a possibility. No fantasy I ever dreamed of being with Holly could hold a candle to reality. Holly was going to be the death of me, and even if I don’t get to cum before I meet that end, I could say I would die with a smile. I would die a happy man because Holly Boland, the star of every fantasy I’ve had since I was sixteen, TIED me up in the hayloft and gave me the most mind-blowing blow job without ever blowing my load.

Stellan Montclair was alive. He shoved the lid aside and sat up in the coffin. His face was deathly white, his lips had gone purple, and his eye sockets were sunken deep. He looked like a corpse that had just crawled out of its own grave. The potion had only just worn off, and his body was still dangerously weak. Even opening his eyes took visible effort. "I'm... not dead..." The words scraped out of him, faint as a dying flame.