I'm Dead Gif Novels & Stories

Even with my friends, I am not talking about my family. -" Your father's feather is black is he also dead?" I didn't know what to say to him, yes and no? My true father: I don't know who he is. I think Jack doesn't know anything about it too. My real father can be dead, but my black father is not him, it is Jack. I knew that I can't tell anybody about his secret, that he is a walking dead. A dead one, how he likes to call himself, but for me, he is just a vampire. He a sexy, dangerous, cold, and hot at in same time, well mostly cold with his attitude. He doesn't let to touch even his skin after my sixteen birthday. The more time passes the less I see him. And it is hurting me so much, someti

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

Then, she turned and walked away, utterly broken. By the time she got home, the sky had already darkened. Leo immediately rushed toward Charlotte, his tone urgent. "Lottie, how did it go? Did you find Shane? Will he—" She lifted her gaze. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, and her gaze was vacant. "He's dead. Lily… She's dead, too." The urgency on Leo's face instantly froze, and was replaced by genuine shock. But the next second, that shock mixed with barely concealed panic.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

I exclaimed, laughing hysterically. “That would be the most epic way to die, don’t you think?” He said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. “You’re not going to die with your dick inside of me.” I said as I looked down. “We’re about 15 seconds from dying anyways.” I shrugged. “What about just a solid thrust. Not actually fucking, but just having my dick comfortably inside of you.” He said as he tilted his head and smirked. “Keep dreaming.” I said as I gave him a playful look.

I'd been able to see a countdown to death above people's heads since I was a child. The first time I saw it was when it appeared above my grandfather's head. I told my parents about it, but they didn't mind me. They thought it was just part of a child's imagination. When I saw my grandfather again the next day, he lay on the bed with a white cloth over his face. People were crying, but I didn't understand what was going on. Later, I saw the same countdown timer above my father's head. When I told him about it, his smile froze for a second before he regained his composure. That night, I didn't see him return from work.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

I expected a congratulatory note or perhaps another smug text from anyone. I tapped the screen. A single notification sat there, bold against the glowing background. No name. No number. Just four words that made the floor feel like it was tilting beneath my heels. You’re dead!!!! My fingers began to tremble. I stared at the message, waiting for the letters to change, for it to be a joke or a mistake. They stayed. The exclamation points looked like blades.

I am dead…. ****

/What the fuck? “To prove to everyone we are dead. Cillian…he did it this morning. The whole pack came out to mourn us. I don’t know who the bodies were, he won’t say but two people were wrapped in linens and went up in flames and everyone, including Phillipe, believes it is us.” “So…I’m dead,” I croaked with a wry grin.