Dead Mans Walk Novels & Stories

John stood outside the sanatorium gates for a full four hours. Everyone who passed by would look at him curiously. I let out a long sigh. Just as I was about to go downstairs and settle things with him once and for all, Adaline suddenly appeared. Her hair was a mess. She had a jagged scar on her forehead that wasn't very nice to look at. One of her feet was bare and bleeding after getting scraped raw by the gravel. She left bloody footprints behind her.

Same answer—nothing. Once a powerhouse in the business world, Andrew was now bedridden, drowning in his own mistakes. His dead eyes stared out the window, his body just an empty shell. Only now did he finally get it—he'd been so damn wrong. He was the executioner, the one who threw the only woman who truly loved him straight into hell. And now? Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her tear-streaked face. Heard her desperate pleas. And what did he do back then?

“If I hadn’t done it, would you have let Graham walk away with half your assets? Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for the company to survive this far? And instead of thanking me, this is how you talk to me? If I’d known, I should’ve let him drain you dry.” Lucy immediately shot back, “He wouldn’t have done it.” “No?” Zack scoffed. “With Graham’s intelligence, do you really think he couldn’t have done it?” “He could,” Lucy replied firmly. “But Graham isn’t that kind of person. He’s always been upright and aboveboard. He’s nothing like you.” “Upright and aboveboard?” Zack repeated her words, his tone teasing and sharp. “Lucy, I knew it. You haven’t forgotten him.”

But today, I was unnaturally quiet, like someone who had lost his soul. She raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly. "Seven years and he still hasn't learned his lesson. You girls must've gone easy on him before this. I'm watching him myself this time." Jenny's car followed behind me as I limped forward step by step. We passed through the busy streets and turned into an alley. Suddenly, the car behind me stopped. Seeing the sweat pouring down my face, Jenny scoffed. "Stay right there and wait. Jackson suddenly wanted some street tacos. We'll keep going after we're done eating."

After three years of meticulous planning, she had finally driven Janice away from him. The realization hit Wade like a physical blow. His eyes reddened as he fixed a malevolent gaze on Alicia. "Alicia Newman, it sickens me to know how vile and despicable you are. You slandered a woman who never once treated you with malice or hostility. Did you actually think I would ever fall for you?" He bent down, staring straight into her eyes, which instantly welled with tears. This was her usual tactic—playing the victim to evoke his sympathy and a sense of duty to compensate for Janice.

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it

He doesn't deserve you, Evelyn. That day, he nearly beat a man to death—just to force my ex to delete my nude photos. But now, he was saying things like this, ripping my heart apart. Nathan suddenly laughed. "Oh, by the way. You want to see those photos? I actually kept backups. Your technique was really bad." The phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. The screen shattered. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest—like someone had carved a piece right out of me.

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

She kept on mumbling and muttering as though there was a never-ending stream of confessions she wanted to make. "Finn, let's not ever meet again in the next life. Find a nicer woman, one that's a million times better than me. I owe you this. In our next lives, I'll make it up to you…" I drifted before her, reaching out as though to stroke her hair. However, my fingers went through her body. Ah, yes. I had died five years ago. I could no longer touch anything or hold anyone.

WALK AWAY. But my feet did the opposite. I slowly leaned closer, peeking through the small crack of the open door. And then I saw. And then I stopped breathing. Lucian. Sweaty. Shirtless. Muscles flexing. Jaw clenched. Brows furrowed in concentration. One hand gripping the headboard. The other firmly on the woman’s hip. And he was pounding into her from behind. My brain: System malfunction. Her moans were loud. His grunts were low and rough. The bed creaked like it was begging for mercy.