Better Off Dead Book Novels & Stories

What did his men know about my best friend? "Told ya." Gabriel sighed defeated. Did I have any other choice? I had nothing to do because I know at this moment, he wouldn't let me do something stupid. I could not jeopardize these people's lives because I was hell bent on paying my last respects. I had to keep relying on the only saying, Dead men tell no tales

“Worse than death? What’s worse than death?” “If you don’t know, it shows how sheltered you were. There are many things that are worse than death in life. Having your soul sucked right out of you is worse. Living your whole life like you’re dead is worse than death. We’ll be better off in a place where there are comforts and guards. That’s what I’m fighting for. I know there are risks. I also understand your concern but we aren’t better off here. What happens when the food runs out? And the water?”

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

“Goodbye, Aria.” And the video cut. Just like that. No music. No final flourish. Just silence. And grief. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “The old kings do not go quietly. They leave instructions. They leave weapons. They leave ghosts.” “But sometimes, they also leave the key to peace—hidden in the last person they ever wanted to trust.” —Maria

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

Maybe even…dead. ***

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

"Ohhhh Jesus I'm dead!! She whispered. *******