Dead Woman Crossing Novels & Stories

Unable to endure the daily beatings, she had grabbed a knife and stabbed Alaric to death. The incident immediately hit the trending charts. When the police took Seraphina away, her eyes were hollow and lifeless. I didn’t even need to file a lawsuit anymore. As for Harold and Margaret, though physically unharmed, they had witnessed Seraphina’s crime. One succumbed to a heart attack from sheer fright; the other went insane. In the end, none of them escaped unscathed. They got exactly what they deserved. Once I settled all matters in the country, I boarded a plane with my parents and Isolde, leaving for our new homes.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

Blood flows out and through her fingers onto the white marble floors and a masterpiece is made again. “I guess I outdid myself this time. You sure do look like a work of art now Kitty Kat. Now you are no one,” I say while watching her bleed out and die slowly. As she took her last choking breath and fell the rest of the way to the floor, Thanatos, and Saber walk in. “Would you like for me to get someone to clean that up,” Saber asks. “Yes, and I need you both to wake up the Bridge but keep her wrists and ankles bound,” I command.

(All the epilogues are in 3rd POV instead of 1st POV) It was dark and gloomy while the pungent smell of smoke, charred flesh, and death hung heavily in the air. A silhouette of a woman was sadly walking through the ground, as silent drops of tears flowed down her cheeks. She was in pain; she was grieving and her ethereal form was blipping in and out of existence just like a candle’s flame that would fight against a breeze of wind to stay alive.

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

"Astrid taught you to say that, didn't she? Two million dollars? She's really asking for the moon. Does she think that faking her death can atone for her sins against Maddie?" The landlord grew more annoyed. He glanced over a pile of old newspapers on the floor. "Why would I lie to you? Four years ago, this girl was involved with over a dozen men, and they made a sex tape. She was shameless, even releasing the video claiming it was her. By the way, the video was pretty explicit; everyone in the neighborhood has seen it. Later, a guy came over and tried to have some fun with her, but she resisted, and he hacked her to death. Look, she died right there. If you don't believe me, flip those over

SHE WAS FLORA! Flora's legs were barely able to hold her up. She felt weak in her knees and breathless. "It can't be... It can't be... Claude is a good man... Claude is someone good... Claude can't...No...No..." Flora felt nauseous but she managed to hold it. She stepped back unconsciously, shivering and gasping for air when her back hit something hard. Her voice disappeared as she turned back and saw a huge cross covered by a white napkin. Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross.

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

She even had the family's financial ledgers spread open in front of her. That was my spot, and I used to sit there every night, going over documents while I looked out at the garden. Martina looked up and smiled softly. "Roberto, you've had too much to drink. I was just helping you sort through..." Before she could finish, his hand was already wrapped around her throat, and he slammed her against the wall. Books scattered across the floor. His face was inches from hers, his breath sharp with alcohol and something far colder as he hissed, "Who gave you permission to touch Amelia's things?"