As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

"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.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

It’s Amanda! Carved, brutalized, disfigured, left like garbage. A message. Seeing it in person is even worse than the video. “She’s been here an hour,” Alejandro gasps. “Longer.” They sure like boxing their dead ones up in tiny crates. This one is also marked — AD+. Amanda Dee. Not sure what the plus is for. Empty sockets with dead eyes stare upward, dark and sunken, and her head is tilted at an odd angle — an expression of fear carved on her face. Her mouth is torn, as if stretched past its limits. And I know from the video exactly what was forced in there.

she added, wiping her tears. "That's...that's horrible," Jimmy whispered and hugged her. "I'm so sorry." "Don't be." she smiled and patted his back. "I am doing well here." He sat back and looked at her sighing. "He's dead," he said. She raised an eyebrow, "Who?" "Adalis." She gasped and widened her eyes, "W-What? How? That's impossible...he has the most dangerous creatures by his side." "I know." Jimmy nodded. "We came up with a plan and it succeeded. He's dead now."

A serial killer who had been on the run for five years kidnapped my son, Fraser Robertson. A time bomb was strapped to his body. With only ten minutes left, the kidnapper gave us a final warning. "Get your forensic pathologist husband here now, or I'll blow up your only son." My mother, Daphne Vanderbilt, used every connection she had to send the city's SWAT team to the scene, ready to storm the building. My husband's parents, Walter and Helen Robertson, offered up their entire fortune to negotiate with the kidnapper and buy Fraser's freedom. I desperately called my husband, Sebastian Robertson, over and over. It took more than a dozen calls before he finally answered. But after hearing what

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

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."

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.