Deadman Wonderland Reviews Novels & Stories

A shiver ran through me at the word senseless, because yeah, these two had fueled plenty of secret fantasies over the years—always dismissed because (a) they’re madly in love with each other and (b) solidly, undeniably gay. At least, that’s what I’d convinced myself for years. I swallowed more wine. “I resort to p**n now,” I admitted. Jordan leaned in, intrigued. “Quality stuff or creepy algorithm garbage?” “Quality! Female-directed, real chemistry, all that. But it’s… isolating. Like practicing for a sport I’ll never play.” Luca’s hand paused in my hair. I looked up; his hazel eyes were locked on me, intense and unreadable.

I was fooled by her. "Give me my money back, you bitch! If not, I'll kill your entire family!" "Does anyone else want to head over to the Jameson manor and hunt down Colette? Let's team up!" "Where's the highest point in Danube City? The wind feels nice. Anyone want to join me up there? I lost so much that I lost my will to live, too."

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

The firelight caught the dry smile on his face as he added, "Which is exactly why I ended up out here. Restoring real history beats staring at spreadsheets any day." I actually laughed. It was the first real laugh I had since leaving. We talked until dawn about everything, from symbols in the ancient Aigyptian Book of the Dead to the strange bird-shaped mummies found in a priest's tomb. As the stars shifted above the desert, I found myself thinking that maybe a new beginning was actually possible. Something sweet had started growing without me realizing it. Luca remembered that I hated cilantro. When I nearly fainted from heatstroke, he pressed a cool towel to my forehead, his movements gent

Without thinking, he looked down at the obvious bulge; and to his horror, Diamanda’s eyes followed his. ‘Oh, wow,’ she breathed, ‘This gets weirder and weirder.’ 'I'm sorry. You don’t know me. This’s so embarrassing,’ he burbled, feeling the blush come racing up his throat and his erection get horrifically harder. ‘Don’t worry about it,' Diamanda answered airily, her initial surprised reaction melting into something more teasing and confident; a kind of amused resignation that was still ever-so-slightly laced with ’ wonder. ‘And I do know you — in a way. You’re not the only person who watches people ... I do it all . the time. How do you think I get ideas for my books - and stories?’ She pau

Vivian Stone, have you ever considered that this isn't my father's body, but yours? Vivian rolled her eyes at me. "My father is an honest, simple man. How would he provoke a kind college student into running him over?" She opened a video call and showed it to me as if she were flaunting a trophy. "Look. With one order from me, your father's corpse will be nothing but bones." In the video, Robert's body was being carried to the edge of a pool by several people in protective suits. White smoke rose from the liquid inside.

“Of all the places in the city, you had to pick this one?” “Because the curator chose it,” I answered calmly. “More importantly, I expected you to use the clan’s sacred ground. Not… this. Hiding in a human art gallery behind a shoddy, temporary glamour.” “Modern?” I scanned the shabby setup. “Is that why a human event planner is reading from a script instead of our elders? At least the elders speak for the Progenitor. And what about the Secrecy Mandate? One spiritually sensitive human wanders in here and it’s all over. Have you even thought about the consequences?”

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"William Clark needs a kidney right now. You're going to donate it, whether you want to or not! What kind of stunt is this? Hiding here and playing dead?" I was still smiling in the photo. It was taken three years ago, when Serena finally agreed to go on a date with me. She had said my smile looked goofy, but she made me keep the picture anyway. Now, that smile probably looked mocking to her. "Ms. Beckett, please calm down. Mr. Shaw really passed away six months ago. You can see the tombstone—" "Why should I?" Serena, with bloodshot eyes, whipped her head around. "That spineless coward can't even kill a chicken, and yet he'd dare to die? Don't make me laugh!"