Dead On Arrival A Novel Novels & Stories

she adds. A flicker of satisfaction moves through me - but not relief. Derrach's death was long overdue. Yet some part of me had wanted to be the one to end him. Raven sees it in me. "He has the most tragic, terrifying and most painful death." she says gently. I nod once. "What's the plan now?" I ask. Cyre steps forward and places a book on my desk. It's cover is cracked leather, bound with symbols I don't recognize .

“When he was pronounced dead, his finger tips were black and his tongue was shrunken.” Rio smiles. “It’s Adax. It’s a lethal drug, found only on the black market.” Rio says. “I am sorry to be the one to say this, but Jack was definitely murdered.” Even though I expected, I couldn’t control the chills that runs through my body as I grip my dad’s arm for strength. Someone killed Jack. “You don’t seem shocked, Mr. Park.” Rio notices. “You expected it to be murder?”

She cornered me by the staircase and pushed me down the stairs. Since I did not have my phone with me, when my husband came home and took me to the hospital, about seven hours had passed. I had lost too much blood. I did not survive. Thankfully, the universe was fair. I was brought back to life, returning to the time before everything had happened. This time, I would never put myself in danger again. As I was thinking, Melody approached me and asked to swap shifts. I said, "Melody, can I discuss something with you?"

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

Without a word, he turned and sprinted toward the shipping container in the backyard. My father and Axel exchanged a glance and saw horror in each other's eyes. They immediately followed after Jacob. When the three of them reached the shipping container, the pungent smell, and the lifeless little body before them struck their hearts like a hammer blow. Jacob rushed to Estelle's side, his fingers trembling as he probed my carotid artery before lifting my eyelids to check my pupils. A few minutes later, he slumped to the ground, his voice hoarse and broken. "We're too late... Dead... for at least 48 hours... Dehydration, high fever... Organ failure..."

Merrick continued, drawing their bodies closer. Mr. Hawthorne waited, his mind racing to figure out what Mr. Merrick would do next. Suddenly, a movement at his chest startled him. Reflexively, he looked down and found the tip of a gun pointed directly at his chest. “Then you must die, Kinsley Hawthorne.” The sound of the gunshot erupted. The bullet flew in a brief and inevitable moment, piercing directly through the center of Mr. Hawthorne’s chest. Sharp pain followed, spreading throughout his body. His eyes widened, and he slowly stepped back before being supported by Thomas.

But when I knocked on her door, there was no answer. “Novel?” I called out her name, but silence met me. Panic settled deep in my chest. Luckily, the door was unlocked. When I entered, the room was empty, and my heart hammered against my ribs, until I heard the water running in the bathroom. When I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. It was Novel. She looked lifeless, submerged beneath the water. Fear gripped me as I hauled her out. “Novel!” I barked. She opened her eyes, but they looked hollow, lifeless.