Johnny 3 Tears Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

The zombies immediately turned toward him, their moans growing louder. The group could only watch as Justin disappeared down the hallway, the horde surging after him. “Justin, no!” Favour cried, tears streaming down his face. Luke tried to stand, clutching his chest. “We can’t let him—” “Don’t move,” Joseph ordered, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder. --- The scene shifted to Justin as he ran through the ruined campus. His chest burned, and his legs felt like lead, but he pushed forward. The sound of the horde behind him was deafening, a constant reminder of the sacrifice he was making.

Seeing that it was near her homeroom made her feel happy that she may get in the classroom before she was noticed. Laughter and the sounds of a female with a high-pitched voice that felt like nails on a chalkboard filled Alice's ears. Her gaze went down the hallway as she went to pass it. Morgan was there with her boyfriend the new Alpha Jared Stone. He had just turned eighteen and after this Friday at the full moon, he may be able to find his mate. Everyone thinks it will be Morgan, his dad’s Beta’s daughter. Her brother Josh, the new Beta, was down there laughing and punching the Gamma Luke in his right arm. They were the popular kids. The ones Alice tried to avoid. Her legs began to move

Let's see who wants a washed-up older guy like you after that! I frowned. Truth was, I hadn't interacted with Jackson much before this. Every time we met, he'd sit quietly to the side, looking harmless. Now, it was obvious that it had all been an act. Just as I was about to retaliate, Jackson's expression suddenly changed as if he'd seen something. Tears started welling up in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. He started sobbing, "I know my presence has caused problems between you and Rosalind, Hendery. Please don't blame her. If you're angry, just take it out on me. Just please… Don't divorce her. She still loves you a lot."

After I Took Three Bullets For Him, He Said He Was Just My Uncle I took three bullets for Don Lorenzo Moretti, the man I called my uncle. The last one nearly killed me. Only then did the family elders agree to name me Donna. But in the two weeks I lay unconscious, Lorenzo announced his engagement to Ava, the daughter of a family benefactor. The Rocci, my family, lost its power when I was ten. Ever since Lorenzo, a close friend of my father's, brought me to the Moretti estate, I was certain he would one day be my husband, despite our age gap. He always told me to find men my own age, but I just let it go. In my previous life, I crashed their engagement party, a decision that led to a

He doesn't hear me. Mark lifts the lid. The smell hits him first. His head jerks back, his eyes streaming. Then he looks inside. And then he sees what I have been hiding. Joe's face—or what remains of it—stares up from the nest of dried blood and shattered bone. Joe's eyes, long since deflated, still seem to look at something. At me. At Mark. At the ceiling of the bin that has been his coffin for three years. Mark makes a sound. A small, wet sound, like a gasp swallowed halfway. He looks at me. His face is the color of old milk.

The look in Johnny's eyes went for being serious to disturbed in an instant. "Don't do that." "Do what?" Craig asked. After a brief silent pause Johnny's already small voice came out tinier. "Hope to die." Stunned, none of us could say anything. We just stared at his miserable face that was frozen in horror as if he could see all our deaths happening right before his eyes. The drowning grief in his eyes was too much for me to bare. I pulled him close and buried my face in his soft curly hair.

“And I gave him what he deserves. Bug….in my next life, could you come again?… I will…I will protect this time. I promise.” With that, he bent to place the flower down. Wind blew loudly, rattling the dried leaves on the floor. Rubbing his palm over the tombstone, he placed a kiss on it. “Goodnight, Bug. And farewell.” Straightening, he adjusted his suit and headed back into his car. “Where to next, boss?” His driver asked. Johnny’s eyes drifted back to the cemetery. His heart hurting as he saw her standing there, a smile plastered on her face. He couldn't look her in the eyes so he looked away.

It’s such a shame that Jude could not make it. We stay until the team disappears into the tunnel. Our little party is made up of me, my parents, Sam, and Simon. Sam and the folks made the drive here earlier on and will spend the night at a hotel before driving back tomorrow. Lilian and her husband made a video call from their beach getaway–I swear they’ve been on honeymoon forever–and promised to stream the game live. Nobody heard anything from Maria, but that’s a good thing because the last time she said anything about Trey’s career, it was a biting remark about how nobody would be stupid enough to pay big bucks for a twenty-three year old past his prime.

he storms out I sigh, Jenny and the others laugh at me Oh well, I guess am never have a happy ending _______" no way, you didn't kill them?" Johnny was telling me what happened to him the other night "No, the girl was looking at me, I couldn't even have a taste of their sweet blood" he pouts his lips "What about Rose? was she okay?" "Yup, just not sure I'll be seeing her anymore" "Yeah people like us don't usually have happy endings" I fall on his bed "What's your problem?" he sits next to me "Nothing" I sigh

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