Dead Simple Novels & Stories

Noah rushed forward and slapped Amelia across the face. He grabbed her disfigured face and shouted, "You deserve to die! You should die!" Noah was filled with rage, and the police pulled him away. Amelia was escorted to the execution site. The doors slammed shut behind her. Everyone gathered outside to wait for the procedure to end. I drifted in and watched as the needle was administered. Within moments, Amelia collapsed, her body going limp. Once the police announced the procedure had ended, Noah burst into laughter. "She's gone! Finally, she's gone! Vic, can you see this? She's dead! Vic! Vic…"

Only the mess and my battered body remained. As I curled on the icy floor, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Sofia. "Ella, see that? Vincenzo believes me in the end. So what if I lost the baby? I still have him and the entire Camorra family behind me. And you? You're nothing but a cast-off no one wants. A bitch like you deserves to die!" I picked up the phone and typed three words. "As you wish." The moment it was sent, I deleted all our chats and that number I'd had for eight years.

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

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.

I tried to dodge the attack, but I slipped on a rock underfoot and crashed into the wall. Pain shot through my still-healing wound, and a cold sweat broke out as I froze in place. Seeing this, Gerald sneered and advanced slowly with the knife in hand. "If it weren't for you, Meghan and I would've been married by now! Now, I'm going to send you to where you belong." As the knife was raised, I closed my eyes tightly, full of bitter resentment. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh pierced the air. My heart skipped a beat. I thought I'd die with regret, but the pain never came.

Just a fragile, stupid human girl, shivering in a wet hole, waiting for my skin to rot and my mind to follow. I pressed my head harder against the stone now, a tiny, bitter laugh bubbling up from my throat. The sound was hollow, broken, the laugh of someone who had nothing left to lose. "He's dead," I muttered, my fingers tracing the hem of my ruined dress, picking at the frayed threads. "He has to be dead. Zane... that half-breed little rat. He couldn't survive that. It was the Dark Sigen. They don't leave things half-done. The Seventh Seat had the black daggers. The ones that eat the soul and leave nothing behind."

It was up to her to make sure they were given rights. She nodded to her assistant. "Prepare the jet. We're going to Alpine Cove". Alpine Cove The scientist tore open the belly. "Really? You're operating on a dead zombie? " "He's not actually dead. He's just brain dead. Like in a coma. Forever". "That has to be bad". "Did you hear that? " "What? " "Shh. I heard it again", the scientist said. The lights in the room went off. His friend gave him a torch.

Press it lightly against my chest. There it is. That second pulse. Not painful this time. Not sharp. Just… there. Steady. Present. Like something alive. I frown slightly. My fingers press a little more. It doesn’t go away. Draven is dead. The thought comes quietly. Not as loud as before. Not as sharp. Just… there. He’s dead. I swallow. My throat feels tight. You said it yourself. You accepted it. My fingers curl slightly against my shirt.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

she near shouted, her voice faltering. "They tried to revive him, but...um...he didn't make it." Dan cleared his throat and sounded like he was just holding back his sobs. "But at least he's no longer in pain." He sniveled. "Just come home. We'll wait till you get here. Okay?" "No..." Kyle... Coma. Flatlined. And now he's dead. Too late for her. Just too late. No. Her best friend...