Dead Heat Band Novels & Stories

"This is our store's most treasured piece—the Pink Heart. Only one exists in the world. It's perfect for the woman you cherish most." Blake glanced at it casually. The pink diamond was dazzling. It really did suit Rosie. He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Wrap this one up." "Mrs. Henderson will surely be very happy to receive this necklace," the sales assistant flattered as she packaged it. However, at that moment, the television was broadcasting the live coverage of the funeral of the young Mrs. Henderson. On the screen, Sarah stood solemnly in the center of the mourning hall, dressed entirely in black. When Blake saw this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning as his mind went bl

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

He slurred and lightly shook his head, "You would've not been this much hurt right now." I released his hair and shifted in agitation as I stood up straight. Dizziness swarmed over my vision making my gaze fall on my arm to notice that the white material of the bandage is now all red, tainted with my blood. I ignored that as I pulled my gun out. Pulling back the safety, I pressed the barrel against his temple, "Now tell me, if I killed you, if you died, who is gonna give a shit, who is gonna cry over you, mourn you?"

They would have to be careful, always watching their backs. But Darell refused to let that dampen his spirits. He was determined to make it work with Marcelyn, no matter what challenges they might face. As they rounded a corner, Darell spotted a group of people gathered in a nearby park. They were all dressed in black and had their faces painted with eerie designs. Darell knew immediately that they were up to no good. "Stay here," he whispered to Marcelyn before darting off towards the group. As he got closer, he could see that they were performing some kind of ritual. They had candles lit in a circle and were chanting in some strange language. Darell had seen enough horror movies to know th

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

When he said that, I burn his clothes this time. "If you don't keep quiet, I'll burn you myself." I said coldly before riding the ferris wheel. When the door closed I dialled the number towards the afterlife inn numbered 7. Then I waited for it to turn once before going down. In a flash it took me to the entrance of the afterlife inn. I went straight to walk in there although it was closed and later the door opened maybe because they expected me to come. This Inn is like a hotel for those who cross over to the afterlife. They will stay here for 40 days before crossing over to the afterlife. Here also in this inn remains the Death Compiler.

I got a lot of mails and on my side table are goods from friends who hope me to get well and from enemies who hope me to die. I hope I simply die, I run out of reason to live anyway. For the last time, I fail to find my sister, I ask people if any lady of her age appear here. Just in case she saw me in the news and got a heart to pay me a visit. Maybe she hates me or she’s no longer here… I hope she’s still alive though she can’t remember me.

How sweet it would be right now to feel nothing. This didn’t happen, though. There was no clemency. She was, and always would be, anchored to this delusional planet. To this hurt. Somebody up there, please help us. We’re dying down here. Can’t you see that? Our land is honeycombed with tombs, and it’ll crumble under our feet one day. Soon. I’ll build a bridge from me to you out of corpses. Just promise me you’ll be there when I arrive. You need to pinkie-swear I won’t be alone.

“Is that why she’s burning up? I thought she was just drunk.” He shook his head, already packing his kit. “No. The fever is her body fighting the drug and the dehydration that came after. She’s stable now. I’ve started the drip, fluids and anti-nausea meds. Keep her hydrated when she wakes. She’ll be groggy, possibly confused for a few hours. Call me if her temperature spikes again or she starts vomiting uncontrollably. I left a prescription for something to help with the headache tomorrow.” I nodded once, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. “Thank you.”