Heavy Is Dead Novels & Stories

Harper forced herself to sit upright, the heavy, expensive black silk sheets slipping pooling around her waist and exposing her bare shoulders to the cool morning air. The sprawling penthouse suite was steeped in the hazy, quiet aftermath of the night before. Across the opulent room, Raymond was walking toward the glass-walled en-suite bathroom, his broad, entirely naked back retreating into the shadows. The other two men, however, were already awake, completely unfazed by the early hour, and entirely absorbed in the glowing screens of their respective phones.

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.

He gestured to the four masked men who aimed their pistol at Massimo. "Mass....Vincent is in!" Hyacinth muttered. "Don't worry, he can't do a thing" he assured. "Then why is he here?" She asked. "The deal ends today because Godmother is dead!" Alejandro winked and Massimo gasped. "What! How?" He asked curiously. "I freaking killed, she's taking a whole lot of time.." he paused and faced somewhere else. "Who still stays alive at 85!!!" He grinned evily as he faced Massimo.

The scar where they took my liver still ached faintly. My dad let out a heavy sigh. "Noah, I'm telling you one last time. My daughter is dead. Believe it or not. Now get out of my house, or I'm calling the police!"

RECLUSIVE TYCOON HECTOR ESPOSITO DEAD AT 81 I stood frozen in the quiet hall, the only light coming from the emergency exit sign and the soft glow on Angela’s butterflies. I felt… nothing. No triumph. No relief. Just a distant, quiet acknowledgment, like hearing of the death of a historical figure from a book. The last living tether to that old, poisonous world had snapped. There was no one left to fight. I walked out, locking the door behind me. The night was clear, the stars sharp and bright. I drove home, the familiar streets feeling more like home than ever.

He was hit with a diagnosis of advanced acute liver cirrhosis, and after three days in the ICU, he took his last breath. Jane came as soon as she heard, trying to offer some solace. "You look wrecked, Silvia. Maybe Wendy could stay with me for a bit? Give you a chance to breathe." I managed a wry smile and a shake of my head. In my previous life, Jane's good intentions led to my daughter's disappearance after school. In this life, I could not put her through that again. "Jane, I appreciate it, but I'll hang in there." After Jane left, I stood by Chester's body in the morgue, emotionless and empty.

Von’s POV Through the hospital window, Chris's covered body was being prepared for the morgue. One conspiracy architect dead, the other about to be captured. "We're winning," I said quietly. "Winning feels like drowning," Marissa replied. "Just slower." Before I could respond, Marcus's phone buzzed with an alert. He checked it, face going white. "We have a massive problem." "What?" He turned the phone toward us. News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX

Every sound faded into oblivion as the heavy truth dawned on me. “Bane is dead”

In the darkness ahead, a heavy voice came. "Dead... dead." "What?"