Novelas y relatos de Dead

It was more of a threat than a life-ending mechanism since, you know, vampires can’t die unless you stake them “ If you ever, ever, talk about my mother again I will gut you right here right now. You hear me?! “ Ethan shouted “ Y-yes, sir, “ he mumbled. “ Louder! “ Ethan said squeezing a little tighter. “ Yes, sir, “ he said looking Ethan dead in the eyes We all went silent. We all remembered that fateful day when his mother died. It was hard for us werewolves, so I can’t imagine how hard it was for Ethan. I hadn’t seen nor talked to him in at least 14 years. The werewolves didn’t even bother saying it wasn’t us that served her head on the platter. It was the

I wouldn't even be able to see Alex ever again or show my face to his family so yes, I am proud of myself. "Peace, I finally called out. Can we live here forever, just you and I, away from the world and its problem?" "By that, if what you meant is you want to die here, then trust me, I will handle your funeral perfectly. Now get up and let's get going." "Ugh! I hate you." "Yeah, whatever makes you sleep at night." Peace drags my ass into the car as she drives us back home. "Do you have to be so bitter?

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead fo

I lift her to straddle my lap and held her as she sobs uncontrollably. Her mother picks up her phone as the person on the other end was still there. "This is Maggie, her mother...When...What is cause of death," she asks in a choked whisper and I rock side to side to soothe Jessie. "Did you catch who did this?" I hold my hand out for the phone and she gives it to me. "This is Sergeant Adams, can I ask what this is about," I ask the person on the other end of the phone. "Elliott, its Jackson," my captain says in sympathy. "Your girlfriend's Aunt Alex was just killed, a shot to the head. They cut off her lower appendage. I called your girlfriend because it was the last call sent out on her phon

He was still wearing his button-down, though it looked like he’d lost a fight with a steamroller. ​"Ash?" I croaked. "Are you alive?" ​"No," he muttered, his voice a gravelly wreck. "I am a medical professional, and I am officially diagnosing myself as deceased. Please don't move. The sound of your eyelids blinking is too loud." ​I gingerly sat up, the room tilting dangerously to the left. On the coffee table sat three empty glasses of water and a bottle of aspirin—likely the work of a semi-conscious Ashton before he collapsed. Beside them sat my phone.

he said biting his fingers, acting like he was actually considering something. "Oh I'm sorry, no vacant positions. You can be my personal assistant if you want, I'm sorry but that's the only vacant position. Or you can be my mistress you know, then you'll be assured I'd take absolutely good care of you" he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk.

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

I love my dog because my life is honestly pretty boring. I’m Margot Morgan, age twenty-five year old with a boring job and a boring life. Broke and ready to fall into the hands of a sugar daddy who would take care of all my student loans and expand my failing nail business.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.

“How have you been, Santos?” “Fine, Madam. It's nice to see you o.” “Same here,” she said with a genuine smile. When they'd been dating, Dafe had assigned Santos as her driver. He would come to her house in the morning, run errands with her all through the day and leave at night and they had bonded. “We're dropping her home first, Santos,” Dafe told his driver. “Ah, oga, that one na small problem o. I hear say that bridge wey dey their avenue don collapse due to the heavy rain.” (That's a bit of a problem, Boss. I heard that the bridge in their avenue has collapsed due to the heavy rain.“