I Thought You Were Dead Book Novels & Stories

I was to get pregnant and then be killed by Bas. I had accepted my fate. My life was short, but it was well-lived, and for that, I was grateful. Walking out of the bathroom, I dressed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Sitting on my bed, I picked up the only book Darius had left me. Of all things, it was a geography book—a cruel irony in his claims not to let me die of boredom. I flipped through the pages, trying to focus on the text, but my mind wandered. The stark white pages were a contrast to the dark, suffocating thoughts in my head. Each page turned was a reminder of my confinement, the walls closing in on me.

Too much fear. I decided to read a book today to take my mind off my current predicament but when I turned on the torch, it was dim. So dim that I couldn't even see a word. I shut it and leaned back against the wall, feeling angry that this thing couldn't turn on. I stared up at the dark ceiling and just hoped some sort of miracle would happen. Maybe death. Death sounded appealing to me now. I wasn't someone who thought about death. I loved to be alive to a ripe, old age before I died so it had never been a thought that lingered for me.

I Could feel the chills run down my spine as I thought about bwhat had happened before I passed out . the alpha was able to cut off my hair making me know that his really powerful . "How long had she been sleeping ,I thought you said that she would be awake In the next few hours "I heard someone say . my head's snapped at the voice . I knew that I could be hearing things. that voice was just like that of cate , but I think that she died ,do how am I being able to heart the voice of a dead person

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

For a moment, the amber flames along the wall bent toward him. “It tests what it recognizes.” Amelia’s pulse gave one hard beat. Recognizes. There was that feeling again. The same one she had gotten from the room, the placement slate, the symbol on her door, Kai’s too-knowing smile. Like everyone and everything here had read the first page of a story she had not been given. “What does it recognize in me?” Draven looked back at her. The corridor seemed to hold its breath. “That,” he said, “is the question everyone will ask.”

Looking back— I had so many chances to leave. When they favored her, I could have walked away. When they sold me, I could have run. When they ignored me, I could have gone to the Clan Council myself. I didn’t have to die. A hollow, silent laugh echoed within me. I had been a fool. But at least now— I was a fool who finally understood. The pyre was lit. Flames rose, devouring what remained of me. My parents wept openly as my body turned to ash.

My throat burned from the scream that never came. He faked my death. I was alive but to the world, I no longer existed. The thought twisted through my chest like a knife. He wasn’t just dangerous. He was gone too far gone. A psycho. A real one. And as the room swayed around me, as the blood slowly crept toward my feet, one thought burned through everything else, clear and sharp how the hell was I ever going to escape him? ****************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello my amazing readers!

Was I… Was I not who I thought I was? A sudden, chill feeling filled the library. My parents’ accident. The horrific, random tragedy that made me an orphan. A cold knot tightened in my stomach. Sab had always said it felt… intentional. The way the truck had swerved. The police had called it a tragedy and the case was closed. But now, the word “murder” whispered in the darkest corner of my mind.

My thoughts were scrambled eggs. This place was going to kill me and it wouldn’t be from poison or betrayal. It would be Lucas. Always Lucas

The last chapter!! It has been great seeing you here. And I hope you loved reading this book as much as I love writing it. And I do hope you read my other works and encourage me to write more books ;) I love you all! -- Chapter 44. Our love is chaotic and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “You think she’s dead?” “How can you even say that?” “She hasn’t moved in over a day.” “That’s because she fainted not because she’s dead.”