Better Off Dead Novels & Stories

My best friend, Eleanor Fitzroy, and I both transmigrated into an era of turmoil, where we happen to become students of a legendary seer. I am born with an uncanny gift for divination. With nothing more than three coins, I can read the signs of fate and predict what is yet to come. Eleanor, meanwhile, possesses an extraordinary mind for strategy. She can decipher the most complex military tactics and, with a single formation of her own design, turn the tide against thousands of soldiers. After leaving Ravenvale, our mentor's secluded valley, we join forces to support the disgraced Seventh Prince, Alexander Wyndham, and help him rise to the throne. Alexander soon falls deeply in love wit

I give them paradise. "At the cost of their existence," Axel said. His dagger was out now, flames flickering along the blade. "They're not living. They're being slowly erased while dreaming about lives they'll never have." *And isn't that better than what you face? Fighting your way to a Core that might not save you? Facing administrators who want you dead? At least here, you die happy.* The buildings around us started to move. The walls rippled like water. The peaceful deadies we'd seen earlier were appearing again but this time their eyes were wrong. Empty. Controlled.

My mind spun, I need plans, options and ways to fix this mess. I could disappear, leave and start over, but that meant losing everything. Or come back from the dead,claim some magical coma or the moon goddess gave me second chance to life. But too many questions. Or use this. Being dead had advantages, people talked around corpses, said things they wouldn't otherwise. I could listen to it, learn from it and find out who tried to kill me and why. Then plan revenge. On Sophia, on Ethan,on Violet and on everyone who has hand to pull me down.

She made up detailed stories like how Elio had been abusing the children and how we had been neglecting them all along. I watched her coldly, thinking that she had finally shown herself. For a brief moment, she looked flustered when our eyes met. But soon, she lost control and started making a huge scene. The police were stunned, wondering how a deceased person could suddenly show up alive. Scarlett claimed she had depression and that faking her death was just an impulsive act from despair. The police officers were exasperated but had no grounds to detain her further. I provided them with complete surveillance footage and audio recordings.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Is that a reason why I am alright to die now? Is my present not needed anymore? Is that why the comic and this world is killing me? i can't stop thinking what should happen to me if i didn't go to the west but what could i possibly do now i will die tomorrow this cold and dark place i can't see any hope that we will leave the rotten smell of this place is littering in my body i know that i smell like dead people but i don't really care suddenly i feel like my senses shuts down all i care right now is to die in peace i want to die quietly maybe i should ask them to just stab me with their sword i don't care how many times they want to do it but at least i will not feel that my body is being b

My whole fucking body was frozen as if I was encased in a block of ice. “It’s simple really. I want you to choose who gets to live and who dies. I’ll spare the one you choose and kill the other one. Aren’t I being nice? You get to walk away with one of them instead of me killing all of them” Fuck! This was worse than I expected. The fucker was clearly out of his fucking mind. "Remember, time is ticking. "Tick, toc, tick, tock,” he says right before the lines goes dead.

Charms said, smiling. “Why can’t anything be simple? He couldn’t have them in a warehouse like before, or a closed abandon mall, anything other then underground were dead people that are now waking up. On top of some kind of monster that could be down there, and let's not forget that it is so far underground, I'm sure calling the devil would be a local call. You know what? I’m starting to miss human problems. Do you know how fucked up, shit gotta be for somebody to miss human problems.” Ji’lahni said, shaking her head. "Everybody knows black folks don’t be playing around no graveyards, we don’t disturb the resting place of the dead. That’s bad luck on every level, I bet Shawna and Trixie was

He screams in terror. Yep, I knew it. We are under attack. Just great. At least it’s better to die than to get married.