As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

She has no idea that that's what I've been struggling with this whole time. "The thing about me is, if I were to go over there now, as I am, they'd know something was up. My status over there is deceased; dead. I died trying to pass my Testing, even though it went nothing like how it was supposed to be for anyone else." I scrubbed my face, trying to regain feeling in my right hand. "So you're a bit like someone else I know." the girl says instead, and I freeze. "What do you mean?" I ask instead. "One of my friends went through the System and the Testing just like you. And she's still alive."

The scar where they took my liver still ached faintly. My dad let out a heavy sigh. "Noah, I'm telling you one last time. My daughter is dead. Believe it or not. Now get out of my house, or I'm calling the police!"

- Art the zombies are not making a moment of hesitation and attack them simultaneously! "ARGGG!!! if nothing will be changed we will surely die!"- Kaye "i dont want to!"- Art "Kaye stay with me!"- Christian Christian mana is continued depleting and it is very near to its limit "help!!!"- Raymart the wave of helplessness is slowly eroding their minds they're gonna die soon this is the end Christian canceled his skeleton while Art and Raymart already lower their guards

That motherfucker is so dead. ******************************************

“This is Ash. Boss Alessandro’s men captured him during their trip in Alaska about six months ago as per the Boss’ order.” “Is he dead? Did they kill him?” I ask. My questions nip my throat, evoking shakiness in my voice. “He is dead.” Dr. Gustavo’s answer is calm and proud, provoking anger to ferment in my blood. But the goofy scientist doesn’t stop there. He continues to brag how and why the wolf is now dead. “Ash was so wild and strong that Clonazepam or a bullet wound couldn’t tame him, so Boss Alessandro’s men had to shoot him to death when he’s brought to this laboratory.”

Her voice was weak. But Cody's expression didn't look great. "Mrs. Miller, they're … dead."

"Mrs. Henderson, she—" "What now? What is she trying this time?" Blake frowned impatiently. "Tell her I'm busy and that I don't have time for her games!" "N-no, Mr. Henderson. Mrs. Henderson seems to be…" The butler took a deep breath as if gathering all his courage before continuing, "It seems she's dead." "Dead?" Blake's expression instantly turned livid. "What the hell are you talking about?" Then, he suddenly recalled the call from the butler that morning.

Because boring is better than dead. At least, it used to be.

It was as if I cut my tongue in a quick second. “Avery, get your shit together–” “He’s dead. That man is dead. ”

During the third ringing, there was the hoarse voice of his best friend, who seemed to be enduring pain. ‘Good.’ Hagen’s inner self while keeping an eye on Camellia’s body, which did not move in the slightest. “Hello,” Brandon said from the other side. He didn’t sound happy to get a call from him, so Hagen bit back a twitch of his lips. “You are dead, Brother, dead. D-E-A-D. Dead,” Hagen said as he spelled the word dead with emphasis and repetition. Instead of being frightened or gasping from the other side, Hagen heard a long breath that sounded tired.