Best Gore Dead Woman Novels & Stories

“This is the fourth time. There must be something wrong. Shall I answer when she calls again?” Dom closed his eyes. For a moment, he let himself feel everything he never allowed himself to feel—grief, shock, fury, longing, heartbreak, awe. His wife—his lost wife—was alive. She was brilliant. Untouchable. She was reborn. And she looked at him like he was nothing more than a shadow at the back of the room. She looked at him with her eyes not giving him anything. He opened his eyes, chest caving. “Answer it,” he rasped as he stared towards the cameras the audience are pointing at her.

That night didn't kill me nor you, but something inside us died that day, and it was that hopeless little girl. She died, so WE can live. “But women know better,” Hanna said. Tonight, I’m not going to repeat any of that. I forcibly relax my body and lay very still as he caresses every inch of my bare flesh and spits out those filthy words on my face. 'Caress' was the word that I used to comfort myself, making ‘it’ less violent. I’m not planning to amuse him. Not tonight. You want my flesh? Eat it. Let's see if you like it dead.

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

"Of course, besides me, there are a few others lurking in the shadows, can't afford to be complacent when dealing with the Nelsons." The woman showed a triumphant smile. Then she stood in front of Godber, staring at his face. "Not bad-looking at all. Yosef is handsome, no wonder his men are competent. Once I take you back, let's see how skilled you are in bed~" She extended a hand adorned with black silk gloves to her chest, with a lecherous expression. Not far away, the slender man slowly stood up and walked towards them. "This guy might be too much for you to handle. I know you like handsome men, but for now, it's better to just kill him!"

Could the Warriors be winning? Stopping just along the end of the path, I squat behind a thick juniper bush, parting its limbs just enough to peek through and see several lifeless bodies on the ground. One by one, my eyes scan the dead and I finally let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Thank God, none of them are Dominic. "Well, well, what do we have here?" a voice startles me from behind and I leap up, whipping around. "Looks like the Queen has returned." Zull practically purrs, as his tongue glides over his parted lips.

His lips curl into a cruel smirk, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the darkness. Long, dark hair frames his face like a veil of shadows, cascading down his back in a tangled mass. His hands are adorned with claws, each one a deadly weapon capable of rending flesh with ease. “You ended the love of my life.” “Had you not become mates with her or stolen her from me, Gaya would still be alive." He said. I froze. Gaya was my mother's nam “All she left behind is a spitting image of her.” He said, turning to me. “I loved your mother dearly my dear, but she chose him over me.” “I believed there would be a chance to get her back one day, but they killed her.” I was too stunned to speak. If my moth

"I want to apologize, death is calling on me. I can see it knocking on the door, but I can't go, not when I know I've wronged you and I need you to forgive me." Munawarrah was flabbergasted, the nerve of this old woman to call her and tell her this trash, forgive her? She'll rather die than forgive her grandmother for the hell she let she and her mother go through. "When death finally enter your poverty ridden home, tell it to take you to hell!" She ended the call and switched off her phone. "Ma'am, are you ok?" Khairatu asked in a worried tone, she didn't understand the language Munawarrah had spoken but her expression made her worry about what had transpired between her and her family.

"When Elena went into labor, Gerald called me. He said there were complications and that Elena was dying. I went to the hospital immediately. Gerald met me in a back hallway and told me the situation. The baby had been born alive and healthy. But Elena the mother was dying. They couldn't save her." Elena felt tears threatening but forced them back. She needed to stay strong and hear the whole truth. "Gerald said this was my chance," Weston went on. "While everyone was focused on trying to save Elena, he could take the baby and give her to me. But we needed a replacement. A dead baby to show Margaret." "How did you get a dead baby?" Marcus asked, his voice hard. "There was another birth that

Everyone who will see her will be all like this "Fuck!" "Oh God!" "Don't kill her" Heark coldly commands them. "The hell dude! even if you say I'll kill her I can't" Gavin said. "What happened, I can't believe Mygod Lord" Mr.Bergsman who is now cross signing. A woman full of blood, red eyes and not wearing anything on her feet while still staggering. Basically all Red Eyed Dead have this form and way of walking. They looking her with a sorrowful, regrets emotions on their faces.

The woman screamed again, only to have the shrill sound of panic turn into a gurgle as the undead ripped out her throat. “Jeannine!” screamed Curtis. Shotguns went off again. Limbs disintegrated under the onslaught. Curtis and the Golem raced around the undead creatures. The woman lay face down on the ground, motionless in a pool of dark blood. Curtis knelt at her side and gently rolled her over. The young camera woman’s eyes were wide, terror-stricken, and her dead mouth frozen in a perpetual silent scream. Curtis felt ashamed as relief washed over him. Not Jeannine.