Dead Man Walking Novels & Stories

Walker gazed down at his mouse and smiled, “You know half of them aren’t true, Roxie.” “And the other half are!” Roxie pushed him off of her, “Tell me.” “I didn’t see anything bad,” Walker lied, “I saw...” “I saw you, Walker! I saw you with my own eyes..” Roxie sobbed, “Don’t do this to me. Don’t hold back on me, baby..” “Fine! I saw...I’m...” Walker croaked, “I’m dead, Roxie.” “No...” Roxie fell into his arms, “No...”

{ Ivy } "Hello, Miss Doreen," one of the guards says the second he sees me walking inside the police station like I own the place. I smile at him, ignoring his clear panic, "Can I help you?" "Hello, Officer... Walker," I say, reading his plaque, "Alpha Remington sent me here again. He's over at the rogue camp, checking on the omegas there, so I'm in charge of the omegas here. We're a team. A love team, you know he's my fated mate, right? We even have a kid together and all. I birthed the next Alpha, you're welcome for that."

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

No light at all beyond the glass except the faintest suggestion of the unpaved road, pale as a scar, winding away into nothing. Domenico stands behind the desk with his back to me, looking at the photographs on the wall. He does not turn when I enter. He is wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and I see the watch before I see anything else. A heavy steel case on his left wrist, too large for him, the band loose enough that it sits below the bone. It catches the lamplight and holds it. He wears it the way a man wears something he did not choose but will not remove, something that has become part of the weight he carries and no longer notices.

as the group is bidding their goodbyes , Dessa was crying hard. Even though she was like this, her determination was solid and it gives her the courage to move on ---- A topless man walking the road near the puregold baesa “its been a month, why I still can’t use my power...” there were too many zombies at the area and the man was hardly recognize because of the bites all around his body walking slowly to pass them. He was looking for someone. “the underworld and spirit world were in chaos, while me here can’t do anything to recover my power! I go should find some grim reapers”

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

She was in bed for six days after that, unable to move or speak or sit, and when the young second officer couldn’t get a hold of her, he managed to break down her door. “We don’t need all of you lined up in a neat little row on that shelf,” he told her. He patted her hands gently, a man used to holding the hand of a woman, and she looked at him with eyes that were already dead. “Why not?” she asked, but then the sirens were heard and the ambulance was there to take her to a place that pumped her full of liquid food and questions and synthetic hope. The nice officer brought her a bouquet of flowers that his daughter had picked out (although he certainly wouldn’t tell her that) and told her th

He felt it was taking something from him. “Jack! Tim! You need to leave this place!” he cried. But they sat hurdled together without any indication that they had heard him. “Come on! Leave or he will kill you! He’s a mad man, the demon himself!” Still, there was no indication that they could hear him. He sat on the ground this time, dejected. Outside, the darkness slowly settled over the city, blurring out the light. **