Die Alone Review Novels & Stories

Alejandro was between Miguel's legs going to town on his length obviously he didn't have a gag reflex. "I tried to stop him but he was very persistent," Miguel stated, removing his hand from pushing down the back of Alejandro's head. He pulled them gently out of the auburn strands and I growled menacingly. My eyes started to glow and I felt my Death resurrecting. Black wisps whipped around me and I growled furiously at my mate and his slutty whore friend. Richard looked at me and cursed.

“I’ve got right.” There is only one dead. They both pause. Then Maya says, “Fine. You take the moral high ground. I’ll take the knees.” This time he does smile. Small. Brief. Devastatingly unhelpful. They dispatch the dead in three movements. His axe, her crowbar, no wasted sound. The body drops beside a bin with a soft finality. Eli wipes the axe head on the nurse’s trouser leg. Maya does not like how much she likes the lack of flourish.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

Janelle’s POV The dead don’t hunt the living - the living hunt the living. Fun fact, a hunter can always turn prey. But speaking of prey… What if I just got married to a predator? I come out of the massive bathroom, big enough to fit in a queen-sized bed with a towel wrapped around my head. I look at the large room in front of me and I almost feel intimidated. My room is large with cream-coloured high walls and bright silver chandeliers hanging gracefully from the intimidating ceiling.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

I flash a wide smile on my face, the one I rarely show. “When I die-” “Foul.” he replied and I rolled my eyes on him. “Just let me speak, okay?” I said. “Don't use the foul word. I hate it.” he responded and pinched the bridge of his nose I took a deep sigh and swallowed the forming lump in my throat. “ When I die...I want you to continue living. Go find a girl that will treat you what you deserve.” “I'll rather die.”

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

My coworker, Tyra Robb, stood beside my desk with one hand on her belly, her voice low. "Stella, there are some boxes in storage. Come help me move them." Last time, I gave in and went with her. Half an hour later, she collapsed in the fire stairwell, blood all over the floor. When she woke up, she pointed at me through tears. "Stella made me move those boxes. She even pushed me." I got fired, sued, and lost everything. My dad died. My mom lost her mind. And I ended up on the roof of the office building. Only after I died did I learn she'd been stringing along eight guys at once. Given Tyra's history of multiple miscarriages, the baby never stood a chance anyway. This time, I didn't