Novel & Cerita Better Off Dead Book

Chapter 115 Kayden's POV I pocketed the small book in my pockets and walked over to Dad. "What is...." "Holly Molly!!" I gasped seeing the carcass of fresh dead bodies, the stench was horrible. "They were killed recently." Dad pointed out and I moved closer to the corpses. There was still blood and immediately a theory came to my mind. "What if the slaves were so much that the bus they took could not fit them all so to be on the safer side, they killed these ones to make sure they would not tell anything to us when we arrive." I said to Dad.

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.

MYSTIC HOLLOW Homicide . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 16 . "The book of death?!" Elena repeated Bonnie's words as if she didn't hear what she said the first time. "Yh, the book of death. Now can you please let me decipher this stuff? Your noise is disturbing me" Bonnie said as a matter of fact to Elena who nodded and walked towards the window, wondering why the book of death would be the key. Alex was busy texting Fay and the sound of the keypad was disturbing Bonnie who rolled her eyes and scoffed. She turned to face Alex who noticed her and arched a brow at her.

“Trust me when I say you’re never too old to be orphaned. We learned that lesson the hard way. There was a group of us. When we were all together we were stronger than steel and that was enough.” Emily smiled as they both wiped down Mr. Mabry’s chest and stomach area. “That sounds nice. Are the other people in the group going to come and visit?” “They’re all dead.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. That was silly of me to say.” “What can you do? It happens to us all. There’s no fighting it. They were all infected except me.”

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.

"What's wrong with my legs? Why can't I feel them yet? Are the doctors at this hospital useless? Can't they even handle a minor injury like this?" "Um…" "Stop hesitating and spit it out!" A bad feeling crept up Leonard's spine. His eyes locked onto Luca as if ready to tear him apart. Luca trembled uncontrollably. With no other choice left, he steeled himself and revealed the doctor's diagnosis. "Mr. Falkner, the doctor says the tissue in your legs has been dead for a long time. It's beyond repair. There would be no way to save them."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?