Dead Man Walking Novels & Stories

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t

For seven years, I've been dating Celeste Monroe, a CEO who never keeps her promises. Every time we make plans, she's either late or doesn't show up at all. The first time, her newly hired male assistant, Grady Keller, lost an important contract. I waited at the restaurant until closing, had my food reheated three times, and never heard a word from her. The second time, Grady called to say he was lost. Celeste was already downstairs when she got the call, but I sat through the entire movie without ever seeing her. After that, whenever Celeste and I had plans alone, Grady would suddenly have some kind of emergency. She would disappear without a word, then laugh it off afterward and promise

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

"How could he leave when his mom's still so sick? I can get her treated, you should tell him to come back." Rowena dug out a death certificate from her handbag and handed it to Jenny. "Caleb's mom died the night you guys were drunk driving and crashed into the power box, causing the hospital's power outage. He's not coming back now that he has nothing tying him here anymore." The piece of paper felt ice-cold in Jenny's hand, and the chill seemed to seep straight into her heart. Her hands trembled as she read the information on it again and again, muttering to herself in disbelief. "Dead? How is that possible? It was just an accidental power outage. How could his mother have died from that? I

Although the desert nights were bitterly cold, I liked working late in the temporary lab. There was nothing but the soft scraping of the restoration blade against wood and the sound of my own steady breathing. Until that night, everything changed. Gunshots tore through the silence just as I was using a cotton swab to clean the last patch of residue from the edge of the coffin. Luca lowered his voice, and the light in his eyes was colder than I had ever seen. "This isn't a robbery. They're here for you."

a hulking man in black warned ominously. "I... I didn't cheat! You... You just can't take a loss..." the injured man protested weakly. "Do you really want to push your luck? Are you itching for a death wish?" The man in black stepped forward menacingly. "You've got one minute to clear out, or you won't be walking out of here today!" "You... You're just thieves! I..." The man coughed up another mouthful of blood. "Don't want to live? I can make that happen!" The man in black scowled and raised his foot to crush the man's chest.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

I laced up my boots and got down from the car with a gun tucked behind my pockets. I got a confirmation call from Rocco informing me that the coast was clear. I caught my hair in a pony tail and wore a baseball cap and my hood over it. Ensuring that no one in sight was watching me I climbed over the gates of the mansion and made my way inside. I was able to get through the front door easily cause Rocco had done the needful. Thick darkness stuffed up the living room making it a little bit difficult to navigate my way and considering the fact I haven't been here made my walk and work worse.