Dead Simple Novels & Stories

I said and fake a cry. "I am dead now woman. Do not cry, I killed the girl, and then i am going to kill myself because of the grief of cheating on you, take care of the kids, tell them their dad loved them, and give my treasure to sophia-our daughter, she loves them, take care, my love, for I lay here, dead ,but in peace. " he says and drops dead . He opens one eye to see when I don't give any reaction . We both look at each other then burst out laughing again.

Her eyes darted around the room, trying to piece together the disconcerting puzzle that had become her reality. On the creaking, decrepit bed lay a lifeless body, the pallor of death starkly contrasting with the tattered sheets and peeling wallpaper. A single gunshot wound to the chest marked the gruesome end that had befallen the unfortunate soul. Sophia's analytical mind immediately went into overdrive.

He, Walter moved close to her, please one of his finger close to her nostrils probably checking to see if she is breathing. “She is dead” he pronounced. “We have to dispose the body.” He added not looking shaken anymore, he looked completely fine now, stoned face, normal demeanor and all like this is a normal occurrence for him, like this is just another day of being Walter Davis, the superstar actor with a playboy reputation and a killer smile. Killer, keyword, killer smile.

I expected a score update or weather report. A breaking new banner crawled across the bottom of the screen in urgent red letters instead. BREAKING: Sadie Allister Confirmed Dead — Apparent Suicide at Private Penthouse. My fork clattered to the floor. The room spun around me, and the hum of conversation dropped into a low road like a seashell against my ear. I glanced at the TV, I blinked once, twice, as if the news would just disappear. Sadie. Gone. No. No, that couldn’t be right.

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

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

“See…she’s f*cking dead. There’s nothing we can do, Sash~” Something beeped and then came the sound of a heartbeat. “We got a pulse…hurry up, get me the…” Without hearing anything else, Jake passed out on the floor, drowning in his memories…drowning in unconsciousness. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

But from thinking about her the smell brought me back to reality. And he smelled really bad, if I wouldn't hear his heart beating I would think that he is already dead. He was pale and with every day more paranoid. He didn't sleep for almost three days, his body was shaking from tiredness, he kept watching all the time through a window's old curtain. I waited for him by his door, my one leg easily was laying by a wall as well as my back. Some neighbors passed me in looking confused by my existence all day and night by his doors. I have more time than he. Soon I heard a click and doors opened. He looked as he was already dead, dark circles around his eyes, there wasn't any rose skin just pale

“That smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Something is wrong.” He leaned forward, studying me the way a doctor studies a patient he already knows is sick. “You’re sweating, and we’re sitting directly under an air conditioner. I called your name four times. Four times, Kai.” He moved closer until there was no comfortable distance left between us. “Talk to me. I’m your friend. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “David.” My voice came out as a whisper. “I’m dead.”

I nod at Creamy. We were close, he keep on seeing bones as we walked. Walking further, we saw blood. Blood of who we were thinking it shouldn’t be. Creamy ran shortly ahead of me. I ran towards him. Halting as I saw him. I dragged my feet down to meet them. He was dead. “He’s dead. He was killed.” Creamy announced. “He wanted him dead, that’s why he did this to him, he did this intentionally. The bastard did.” “That’s enough.” I hold him. Pulling him away from the Beta corpse. He was stabbed several times. On his chest, just that particular spot. He died with his eyes open. I walked to him and closed his eyes.