Jorel Decker Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

“Don’t do what Jeff did. He got out of it because he was unconscious. Doctor Graves told me about it. I’m still teasing him about that.” Yolanda looked at the human before her. “I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you?” There was a human sitting behind Aria’s giant monitor. Why Aria needed a 27” monitor? Yolanda would never know. “Yolanda, let me introduce Jeff’s mate, Juliette. Jules, this is the leader of the Hell Hounds, Yolanda Redgrave. She’s Aria’s cousin.” “Wait, Jeff has a mated? How is he doing?”

Sniffling, I whispered, “I'm going to check on Derek, okay?” Claire nodded, understanding I just needed time and space right now. “I'll see you in the morning,” I promised and moved into my room to figure out the mystery surrounding this young boy. - “Last night on Thursday October fifteenth, there was a homicide at Corneldo High school. The Janitor named Steve O'Hara was found stabbed outside the Janitorial closet. There appears to have been nobody else in the building at the time. The authorities have some suspicions on what happened, but none of it can—”

He got himself some painkillers and gulped them down with a glass of warm water. Henry hardly got any sleep, he tossed and tossed on the bed until daybreak. At almost 6:15 am, the sound of his phone ringing got him at alert. He reached for it on the nightstand. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was a call from Darik. He picked up immediately. "God!!! Where the hell were you, Darik? How's Laurel? What the fuck happened to us all last night." He asked at a go. "What do you mean what happened to us all, last night? We left you and Vanessa at the restaurant. Laurel is fine. She's with me." He replied.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

"Yes or no." Yeah. On purpose. I was already clocking this whole thing as a fake investigation when the lawyers dropped the bomb. The head of the panel—Dr. Fletcher—was Zoey's uncle. Her mom's brother. So that was it. Scripted from the jump. He'd just been waiting for me to trip so he could shove his people forward. I froze for half a second, heat rushing straight to my skull. Then it cleared. Fine. If they wanted a game, I'd go bigger.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

But all it took was a slight raise of his hand, and the crowd quieted, their raucous voices stilled by his commanding presence. "I am Vincent Casper, chief medical examiner of Ariant City. I have invited official journalists from the central news channel and our city's primary media outlets to witness the live broadcast of the truth behind this murder case." Murder case?! The crowd buzzed again, shock rippling through the room. These reporters were expecting a scandal about plagiarism, some small tabloid fodder. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine it would be tied to something as serious as a murder. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Charles and Arianna, subtly edgi

“He cursed your autocorrect?” Tora nodded. “Turned every heart emoji into a vomiting squirrel. Real mature.” “Still not as bad as when he cursed your coffee stash after you called him Grandpa Voldemort,” Jax added helpfully. Cheyenne burst out laughing, then grabbed a pen off the counter and started scribbling on the whiteboard labeled “CURRENT APOCALYPSE STATUS” in the kitchen. “So to recap: Isolde’s mom is undead, psychotic, and after her daughter’s soul. We’re calling in a warlock and possibly the goddess hotline. And I still haven’t had a donut today.”