Heavy Is Dead Novels & Stories

he's too young! Heck! I'm too young and beautiful to die! "Thanatos, do something to stop this jet! We can't die! I don't wanna die!" "We're not gonna die" "Our son... Davis.. Davis is too young.. he can't lost both his parents at such a young age.. he..." Thanatos held me tighter. "Don't think about the worst, we're not gonna die... we're gonna land safely... " "Are you kidding me?! Are you blind to see our situation.. it's confirmed.. we're gonna die!"

For a moment, I froze, staring at the figure on the cold, metal table. Was this really him? The man who had caused so much pain and destruction? The man I had cursed in my nightmares? My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms as I turned to the healer. “What... What happened to him?” My voice cracked, and I hated how weak I sounded, how small. The healer, a woman with kind but weary eyes, stepped forward cautiously, as if I might shatter at the slightest provocation. “Severe dehydration and malnutrition,” she said softly. “He starved to death.”

he grunts, his voice heavy with agitation. “My apologies, Beta Pride. I’ve only just returned from my perimeter check,” I reply, careful to stay in line. Drunk Deadrick is a nightmare; sober Deadrick is deadly. My body has only now recovered from Wesley and Russel’s beating. I refuse to earn another this morning.

Christian cried, his voice shaking. “I’ll tell you! It was— it was the—” He tries to say but He choked. Blood spilled from his lips. His body trembled—Then went still. Dead. Striker exhaled slowly, clicking his tongue. “As expected…” he muttered. “The Devil truly knows how to keep their secrets buried.” He stood up. “Rest in hell.” Without another glance, he turned and walked out. He had seen this before, They all ended the same way. “Clear the body,” he said into his earpiece.

Heavier this time. Then—“He’s dead.” “I know.” “And you don’t seem surprised.” That was dangerous. “I’m processing,” Ivy said. Cruz didn’t respond immediately. Then—“Don’t lie to me.” The words were quiet. But they landed hard. “I’m not.” “You fed me that name.” “Yes.” “And now he’s dead.” “Yes.” A beat. “Do you understand how that looks?” Ivy’s voice stayed calm. “Yes.” “That you’re cleaning up loose ends.”

P.O.V Ren I feel weightless surrounded by blackness, I don’t know where I am or how long I’ve been here, but I feel safe, protected…..”am I dead” I ask my self. I didn’t feel any pain. I shake my head “ I can’t be dead that’s just impossible but I feel hot I feel like I’m on fire” I say to no one. As sweat beads down my forehead I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.

"Joanna, congratulations on your wedding." "By the time you see this video, I will already be dead. I no longer care who was right or wrong. I only want to tell you that I hate you. I hate you so much. If there is a next life, I never want to see you again." His voice before death was hollow, painful, cold, and weightless, like a judgment echoing from hell. Joanna's face turned deathly pale. She suddenly looked up at the giant screen.

Death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

“What the fuck does that mean? The last time I checked—which was yesterday, by the way—everything was good. Lev had that assignment under control, or didn’t he?” Deafening silence followed, thick enough for a knife to cut right through. The only sounds between us were the heavy thumps of bass and beats from outside the room. Tikhon shifted uncomfortably. Worry wrinkles formed at the center of his forehead, and his jaw ticked. “Lev’s dead.” “Great.” Shit.