As Good As Dead Mga Nobela at Kwento

No, no, no— “Cute,” the college boy muttered under his breath, voice shaking. “Real funny.” The intercom laughed. A warped, metallic chuckle. [HELL IS IN RECYCLE MODE] it purred. [YOU WILL ENTER DEAD WORLDS FOR THE AUDIENCE’S ENTERTAINMENT.] My throat felt dry. Dead worlds. Audience. “Entertain—” My voice cracked. [PLEASE DIE BEAUTIFULLY,] the intercom finished, delighted.

“After this, no more delays. Tonight. Private ceremony. Just us. Then I’m knotting you until you can’t walk.” Tears slipped down my cheeks—happy, relieved, free. “Yes. A thousand goodbyes to everything before. Hello to you.” He kissed them away. “A thousand goodbyes.” We stayed locked on the table, hearts hammering in sync, while the city hummed outside and the bond sang its final, unbreakable note. I was Alisa Moretti. I was Kael Draven’s mate. And I had never been more free.

Joel’s face twisted further in frustration, and Esther added, “Oh, and don’t overthink tonight, okay? I was the one who asked Joel to do this. It’s just a little wish of mine. You’re always so understanding, aren’t you?” I couldn’t help the cold smile that tugged at my lips. My voice was calm but edged with sarcasm as I said, “Yeah, I’m very understanding. So, I’ve decided I’m done with Joel. He’s yours now.” “Shirley!” Joel yelled, drawing the attention of the surrounding crowd. He quickly regained his composure, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur as he leaned in. “Let’s not make a scene, alright? You know Esther has depression, so stop being so aggressive.”

I knew better; the fish I gave her was boneless. Jane's lips trembled as she tried to steady her voice, "That's because the nurses cleaned her up before they brought her here." "Cleaned her up, huh?" My voice turned icy. "Then answer me this: after death, the body cools, starting with the limbs." I pressed down on my daughter's rigid arms and belly. "So why is her stomach colder than her arms and legs?" I yanked up her sleeve to reveal more than just cold skin. "Livor mortis already? That was fast."

Ford's POV Icy water filled my lungs as my consciousness faded into darkness. "Alpha! Alpha!" Someone was dragging me, pulling me back from the brink of death. I opened my eyes to see the frantic faces of the rescue crew. "Don't save me," I pushed them away, my voice a raw whisper. "Let me die here." "Alpha, you can't give up!" my Beta yelled, grabbing my arm. "The pack needs you!" Needs me? I murdered my Luna. What right did I have to live?

That night, Harrison had a strange dream. In the dream, Eleanor died in a car accident. She was covered in blood, her body already cold, yet she used the last bit of her strength and said to him, "Harrison, let's get a divorce. Even in the next life, I never want to see you again." He jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat. Outside the window, the moon over Lethor hung large and bright, its light pale, yet carrying a quiet sense of sorrow.

He used to be that orphan kid in a busted alley, living off the food I saved for him. I loved him when he had nothing. And now that I didn't love him anymore, he could go back to nothing. He sat on Montedra's frozen streets, my photo in his hands, liquor bottle by his side. Looking up at the moon, he gave this twisted smile. "If I die too... would I see you again?" I stood behind him, staring at the same moon. No. I never want to see you again. Snow drifted down, soft and quiet. I felt myself fading, so I crouched beside him one last time. "Brian, stay alive a little longer. I don't want to see you yet."

Only the mess and my battered body remained. As I curled on the icy floor, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Sofia. "Ella, see that? Vincenzo believes me in the end. So what if I lost the baby? I still have him and the entire Camorra family behind me. And you? You're nothing but a cast-off no one wants. A bitch like you deserves to die!" I picked up the phone and typed three words. "As you wish." The moment it was sent, I deleted all our chats and that number I'd had for eight years.

By the time the guards discovered them, their intertwined bodies had already started decomposing in the room. Just like that, the Thornroot pack was wiped out. … Jax and I were having our nightly storytime together when we heard about this. Neither of us was affected by the news, and Jax even ate a few more cookies than usual. After observing Noah, who was tidying up the place for us, Jax whispered, "Mommy, will I get a new daddy?" Chuckling, I nudged his nose and said, "No, my little pup. I don't need someone else to protect me anymore."