I Thought You Were Dead Book Novels & Stories

I couldn't wait to get to my new class final year will be fun...I thought but I knew it couldn’t be that fun, no friends no boyfriend, what a boring life I thought, I remove my headset, hang it over my neck, sipping my coffee before I took my seat, I could hear various thought, different things going through peoples’ minds so to avoid all of those I decided to put my headset back on.

Because I knew who it was before they even stepped into view. A voice, rough filled the air. "Thought I was dead."

Vedant I go to the one place I know I still can return. Home. Even though I know my laptop is waiting for me there, devoid of any new messages from Iris. Because there will never be any new messages from her. Not anymore. Iris is dead. My chest still feels like it’s been cracked open, like someone reached inside the shattered remains and torn out something I didn’t even know I was harboring. I slam the door behind me as I step inside the house. Everything feels strange, most of all me.

He had gone completely still, his expression hard and unreadable, but there was something sharp in his eyes that made my stomach drop even further. This was real. Someone out there wanted me dead. Not because of something I had done, not because of some mistake I made, but simply because I existed. My mind started racing so fast I could barely keep up with my own thoughts. I tried to make sense of it, tried to calm myself by thinking logically, but somehow every thought only made things worse. If this El wanted me dead so badly… Why was I still alive? That question should have comforted me, but it didn’t.

I flipped open the pages of the book, and some words were underlined in red ink, like the dedication page. Help. Live. Die. It went on till the end of the book. I checked other books, and similar words were underlined in red ink. Save. Love. Torture. I rested against the shelf, trying to merge what I'm reading with what I've read. My brain interpreted that she died by suicide and depression. I didn't know what could have triggered it. I checked my watch. Shit. It was almost time for Chiara, to return. I was so engrossed in checking the books. I bent down to the lowest compartment as I saw a stack of papers layered on top of each other. They were old and dusty.

I choked on my spit as I tried to form a coherent sentence, but nothing was making sense in my head. The words kept playing over and over again. Kael would be killed. This had to be my worst nightmare. Much worse than seeing Zane dying in my presence. I had put so much hope and trust in Zane. Even though I didn't love him. Zane was mean to me and he had almost killed me, but I had trusted him to help me out of my misery. Only then would I be finally free from my impending doom. Zane died as if it wasn't enough, now Kael. Another person I had put so much trust in.

I felt a vacuum open in my stomach as I gritted my teeth, raking my eyes over the drop box chandelier and the high pillars of bookshelves pressed into the side walls. This was it. That was how I was going to die. Images of my plump body ricocheting to the floor as the mystery stepper’s gun cooled after blasting out my intestines through the door flashed across my mind until it was all I could do not to let out a high-pitched scream. Had Mr. McKenzie sent Kayla Storm to spy on me? My heart bottomed out between my feet at the thought before i shook my head, dispelling the thoughts. ”Saints,” I whispered, trying to listen past the thudding in my ears as the footsteps echoed past, clapping on wo

The door opened behind her, a gust of cool air sweeping into the bar, she didn't turn around, she kept her eyes on her glass, she was in a cocoon of her own misery, and she wasn't ready to let anyone in, she felt a presence at the other end of the bar, a shift in the air, something heavy, something intense, she didn't know what it was, she didn't know that the world she lived in was about to expand in ways she could never imagine, she didn't know that the pain she was feeling was the price of admission for something far greater, something darker, something impossible. She took another drink, feeling the heat spread through her chest, she closed her eyes, trying to imagine a life where she wa

I am dead…. ****

I stood up, getting nearer to the book spot but not touching it. I read the text in the book. "You're Locked." it says. I don't know if I should roll my eyes to it's obviousness but yeah, I am locked here undeniably sticker and I knew it already. The book turn to another page again and stops. " And you're looking for something to solve so you can get out of here." My knees are shaking and my eyes widened. How did it know I'm thinking it? It turns to other pages again which seems like it's answering my thoughts and it's terrifying. "It's because I can read you. "