Highschool Of The Dead Author Novels & Stories

After I switched bodies with my driver, I ended up trapped in the body of an overweight, unattractive man everyone looked down on. My sister Joanne Harper and my fiancée, Serena Lane, did everything they could to find a way to switch us back. Joanne hired an exorcist and even gave her own blood for the ritual. Serena climbed three thousand icy steps to a remote mountaintop chapel in the middle of a blizzard, dropping to her knees in prayer every few steps. But Julian Brown, now living in my body, looked at them pitifully. “My romance system says we can only switch back if both of you truly fall in love with me.” From that day on, Joanne appeared to indulge his every whim, buying him sp

Lucia said "What where you discussing?" Audrey asked "Nothing much." Lucia answered "We better head back to school." Adrian said "Okay..." *ring* ring* "Wendy, what did you find?" Lucia asked. "It's hard to explain." Wendy answered. She wasn't sure what to tell Lucia. "What is it? What is he?" Lucia asked "There's nothing supernatural about his blood he is human." Wendy answered "Then how is he alive then." Lucia asked "The only thing that stick to his identity is he is a Phoenix just a guess though." Wendy said

High School Saga (Revolution of Mean) Season 1 Episode 5 Written by Dave 📝 (The deal) Author's POV Cheryl strides into the toxic high school with zero idea of what awaits her. She clad in some casual red crop top and a black denim bum shorts, along some matching black kneel length heel boots, with her lips painted red matching her outfit color. Her mouth she's chewing a gum as she catwalk in the hallway focusing on her phone and not her environment. Cheryl flips her hair mistakenly looking up to see all eyes on her, giving her the ick something is wrong.

Andrew adjusted himself as he sighed. "I am planning to enter College immediately after my High School. I want to study Medicine and Surgery. I hope to write my books too, as I study. And since it is about 5-7 year course. It would be better to work towards it on time." They all applauded too. "Wait, you write? Not bad....," Joy beamed with a smile. "Yes, Andrew write. Mostly teen fiction, Young Adults and Real Life Stories," Rachael explained, as Andrew simply smiled.

(CONSEQUENCES) “I’VE TOLD YOU,” Hit by that direct warning and the consequence no one of them can run away from or afford to do by the least. His ominous smile tells them otherwise, for behind that somehow teasing image, is a howling dread that is they ever cross the boundary and the line he ought them to take seriously and back. Death is not even enough as compensation. “In this world and out from the others, I am the playwright and lead.” Showing them a shadow of a pen and a book by which out from smoke He created forms the words and the title of ‘DEATH REINCARNATE.” He giggles amused by that fact as he claims.

It was just as Peter had guessed earlier. The villagers of Everstream who had died under strange circumstances had all turned into zombies. Watching this scene unfold, Darren felt terrified and shaken to the core. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out, "What kind of cursed situation is this? Why have they all turned into zombies?" Cassian remained silent as she studied the zombies briefly before saying, "One is missing." "Are you talking about the doctor who died, Dr. York?" Darren asked. "When the doctor died, they took his body back to the town and cremated him."

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

SYSTEM CONTINUES. AUTHOR CORE FOREVER: AUTHOR MERGES, SYSTEM STABILIZES, HIGH-YIELD OUTPUT CONTINUES HERO DIES, SYSTEM SURVIVES: MAXIMUM PAIN, MINIMUM CODE CHANGE. Dozens of “books” wore those labels. Shelves and shelves worth. Not just for me. For other authors. For Champions. For Escorts. Their lives reduced to endings the system preferred. “‘Hero dies, system survives,’” Selene read off one spine, voice flat. “Classic.”

The Midnight Club erupted in a puddle of yeahs and that’s-the-spirits. Little do they know that they are in for a little treat. Little are they aware that what’s next to come will be the price of dawn. One of them must die. Tonight. — IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A painfully ordinary month of August, on a Tuesday that looked like any other school day, all of Van Duke Public High School shuddered to the news of another death. Grief, fear, and remorse enveloped the campus. Terrifying rumors and gossips spread around the halls of Van Dyke faster than wildfire—most of them grounded from paranoia, none of them grounded from the truth.

An hour later, I arrived at the police station in my wheelchair. Hearing my voice, the person handcuffed to the chair slowly looked up. Upon seeing that familiar face, I felt a mix of emotions. “Ms. Spector.” My homeroom teacher looked me up and down. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. “How are you still alive?” I rolled my wheelchair up to face the homeroom teacher. “Ms. Spector, can you tell me why you killed so many valedictorians?” My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away.