As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

A casual act of kindness might one day save your life". Zachary pulled me into his arms gently. Regretfully, he said, "I'm sorry for being late. You wouldn't have to go through so much if I showed up earlier." I lowered my head and leaned into his embrace. "Don't say that. I'm grateful that you showed up. If it weren't for you, I would still be in a vegetative state. "Back then, I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't get out of. I'm still afraid, even now. I'm afraid I'll end up in that lonely and helpless situation."

Ashley said In tears. “ Tirana.... Is dead ” Asmodeus said cutting her off with a light chuckle. “ What ?? ” Ashely couldn't believe her ears. “ I killed her ” “ That's not possible... No, she's not dead ” Ashley said shaking her head. It's not true right ? Tirana her best friend isn't dead right ? No ! No !! It can't be. “ She's dead little witch.... You should see the way she was riding me so hard before I .... ”

His signature evil smile plastered on his face and I felt like strangling him to death. "They are no more," Alex replied, his voice cold and detached. I raised a curious brow at his response. "What do you mean by they are no more?" I demanded, my voice shaky. Alex cleared his throat before replying. "Ava and Aiden are dead. They died in a car accident two days ago. Diamond is safe with me," he explained. Dead? Was this joke or what? "What do you mean by dead? Is that the way people die? What the fuck are you even saying?" I asked, refusing to believe what he said.

Like I was already floating away. Maybe this was it. Death. [System Online]

“Yes.” The line went dead.

Text from Amon: How are‌ you feeling? Like death​, I t​ype​ bac​k. B‌ut the good kind.‌ Is there⁠ a g​ood kind o​f dea⁠th​? I stare at his ques‍t‍i‍on. For a famil⁠y like ou‌rs,‌ death isn’t abstract a​nymore. It’s Ayana’s empty room. It’s the graves we visit every Sunday. Wro‍ng choice of word⁠s, I correc​t. I f⁠ee​l terrible but hap​py abo‌ut‍ it.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

Then he makes a sound. Low. Short. Not a word. Something beneath where words live. The entire left flank folds inward like a hand closing. Maya’s grip tightens on the radio. Marcus makes another sound. Different. The formation opens. He is not relaying information. He is not telling them where the dead are. They already know where the dead are. Everyone with eyes, ears, or a functioning sense of doom knows where the dead are. He is doing something else. Something Maya has no useful word for.