Four Or Dead Free Novel Novels & Stories

Where did the gun come from? Dad rubbed his nose and explained, "I accepted another mission to kill zombies right before I came to deal with them." Everything made sense now. The world began to collapse once the four female leads were dead. Dad and I returned to our original world. He decided to take me to see Grandma. We had just stepped out of the house when we ran into the system, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The system stuck to us like glue, explaining that the main system fired her after the world collapsed following Gloria's, Tessa's, Joanne's, and Barbara's deaths. She had nowhere else to go, so she begged us to take her in.

"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."

It was clear that he had finally realized that his mate had caused this entire ordeal. “Deal,” I replied. I used my powers and quickly snapped his neck. Death was instantaneous for him. He didn’t suffer. I doubt he even had time to realize what was about to happen before it was all over. I didn’t move from my spot. I watched Freya as she realized just how serious the situation she was in actually was now. I think that up to this point, she honestly thought that she could talk her way out of this. She was the last of the four who was still standing, but not for long.

Fabian hit the floor like a dog face-planting in the dirt, groaning in pain. His lackey, Chester, grabbed a chair and swung it at me after seeing him getting hit. I dodged to the side, kicked him hard in the butt, and sent him crashing into the pile of wreaths. Fabian scrambled up from the ground with his fleshy face twisted in fury. “Are you tired of living, Mattie? Do you have any idea where the Jeffersons stand in Cirrus? Even having ten lives would not save you!” I curled my lips. There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life.

The world had descended into chaos, and every day felt like a struggle to keep hope alive. The fever was spreading faster than anyone had anticipated, and the infected were becoming more aggressive. Entire cities were falling one by one. The streets were empty save for those who had already been overtaken by the virus, their grotesque, zombie-like forms stumbling mindlessly through what remained of civilization. It felt like the end was drawing near, and even the most optimistic people were beginning to lose faith.

Even though they are not capable of surviving on their own. The answer to the pathetic question is just simple. They are the main characters so there is no way the writer will kill them. No matter how dire the situation is, the main characters will be able to escape unharmed, and the hero will save the heroine. Because the writer will always write it that way. But my situation is different from a book or movie. This is reality, my future is not controlled by some writer or director. I can be killed since no one in this world is the main character. All of us are equal. In the wrong decision, the price will be life. This mentality is not cowardice. It's the maturity to know your priority and d

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41

“Maybe that’s it. Maybe we need to take that precaution.” The sound of a horde of walking dead moving in their direction stopped all conversation. They quietly sat and watched as the horde moved below them. As was hoped, three of them walked straight into the pit. Also, as anticipated, the others paid their companion’s plight no mind. Rex was fascinated by the way that, after seeing the three disappear into the pit, the others calmly maneuvered around it. As luck would have it, one of their captives was intelligent.

Until death, chapter 35 Theme: "The Shadow Black Men" I did maelstrom skills, my body spinning in the air like a rotating prom, the earth and wind on my rump stimulating me forward. My right hand is now blazing with fire, while my left fist is folded with rock. Letting out a great battle cry, I whack at one of the first men that Reed called "shadow black beings." I don't care whether they are Shadow Black or not. I don't care whether they can perform black magic like a necromancer or be more powerful than them. All I know is that I am ready to step into this sparkling portal, and no one can stop me.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.