Biggie Cheese Found Dead Novels & Stories

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

he replied. "The expired goods are not hard to believe. If she was able to use expired milk in preparing pancakes then, I wouldn't be surprised to find out that a lot of things are expired in the fridge," Mason said. Calvin nodded his head “Yeah, she was lucky Drew intervened with the batter. If not, it would have just been another murder on her hands."

That carrion smell attracts a lot of bugs, I don't want to stay here anymore, I have a lot of paperwork to do to hide it all. - Case closed? - Case closed. An unscrupulous fatality, a massacre without decency, a tragedy without equal. An error and fatality that the Lua Cheia pack will no longer tolerate. A new regime will come into effect to prevent a new disaster from happening, it may spread. (...) Everything was so silent, so calm... I could hear the birds outside the basement. He didn't hear footsteps, noises or sirens. Everything was so silent. Everything was so dark.

What was going on? “Hazel!” Cassie jumped up and rushed to us. “Have you guys checked the news? There’s no school today.” “What? What happened?” Hazel whipped out her phone and I looked into it. She checked her news feed and as soon as we saw the picture, we both gasped. My hands went to my mouth in shock. I felt pale and faint. Mr. Greg, the janitor, was dead! I was terrified but I just couldn’t look away from the picture. His body was almost unrecognizable. He was scratched and his limbs were torn off. His face was blood and he was missing an eye.

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

I reasoned. "Is that guy still sending threats?" My Mum asked. "No, but I have a feeling he might be here in Lagos with us," I replied. My phone rang, it was Gregory on the phone. I answered the call and put in on loud speaker so that everyone could hear. "Hey Gregory, what's up?" "Yes Boss, there's big trouble," he replied in a rush. "What kind of trouble?" I asked. "Jake and Phil, the salamander tattooed guys who were behind the chandelier accident, they were found dead in their hotel room,"

“The alpha of Golden Peak has confirmed the sightings,” Sean briefed Asher. “He said they resemble giant vultures, but instead of beaks, they have fangs.” Asher took in the information with a grave expression. These unidentified creatures had sparked mass panic among werewolves. Over 300 werewolves and animals were found dead in unnatural circumstances just last month. They were found mutilated, with organs ripped out and their skeletons grotesquely crushed. They were not just killed, they were tortured that defied the bounds of cruelty.

Just as Jack finished his last word… Morse, Rainier, and Paulette took their last breaths. The corpses stared at the screen with their lifeless eyes wide open, unwilling to give up. Before they died, their hands were still clutching the intestines from their anuses, trying to pull them out a little more. In the live broadcast, Bazaar’s body was lying on the floor. The cut on his stomach and the torn anus were still flowing with a thick, stinky liquid. The other three corpses stared at the camera with their eyes wide open.

When Charlie suddenly mentioned all of these incidents, Carmen could not help but ask in horror, “Do you mean to say that all of these matters had something to do with you?!” Charlie snorted coldly before he said, “What do you mean ‘had something to do with me’? All of these things were done by me, Charlie Wade!” At this time, even Donald was shocked and at a loss for words. The death of The Big Eight had caused the Webb family to suffer a great loss. However, the Webb family did not know how The Big Eight had died. Now, he finally understood everything. It turned out that The Big Eight had died in Charlie’s hands!