Death Race Three Novels & Stories

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

" From the footage we can see itself that she run away from that place. But there is one thing that how did the three of them die." " There is only three possible way. Either they got greedy and began to kill each other and soon die. Or that man person killed the three of them. Or the mummy became alive and killed the three." " Last one is a bit unrealistic, but is possible. Mostly I prefer that it was second conclusion that find fitting." " I didn't say it randomly but I have evidence to that." James said with a determined face.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

But before I could speak, she quickly cut me off. "Forget it. What's done is done. There's nothing else I can say now. Did you both use protection? No next time, okay?" Shanine reluctantly got up and slowly walked up to Kerrigan like a frightened kitten. "Mom, Mr. Turner didn't do it on purpose." Kerrigan shot her a glare before leading her home. I walked them out of the house, then saw Carl staring with Kerrigan's leaving figure with a forlorn look on his face.

Snow fell thick and fast, just like the winter when I left home for her three years ago. Only this time, I sat in a heated car, clutching to recovered locket. Meanwhile, Tanya shuddered in the cold. Those who hurt in love would get their due. No deed would go unseen in the eyes of God. Justice would never be denied.

It was that, even at the moment of his death, she still hadn't turned into a zombie. That…was impossible. Still drowning in shock and disbelief, Decider Three was hacked apart by Hayley until he was nothing more than a mangled heap.

Tres’s eyes were wide with shock, fear, and alarm. Without waiting for a response, he sprinted down the hall. Like a missile homing in on a target, he ran straight at the wraith-like figure with sword held high. As a surge of adrenaline flowed through his veins and fueled his muscles, James sliced downward right through the attempted defense and the undead soldier’s head tumbled to the ground. The icy blood pumped from the decapitated stump and wherever it splashed, the ground froze into puddles of ice. Due to the elevating racket, numerous boys stumbled from their

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.