Literally Dead Book Club Novels & Stories

Grabbing a book from a shelf, he takes a seat in an armchair at the far end of the library, where he's half hidden by a globe. "Hello?" I turn and see Alice staring at me. "Did you hear anything I just said?" she asks, annoyed. "Who's that?" I whisper to Alice, totally not caring that I've just ignored her question. She bites her bottom lip. "Oh, um, that's Alec. He's a senior." "Do you know him well?" I have to force my eyes to stay on her and not to swivel back to Alec. "Oh, he's very…well, he's very nice," she says, a little embarrassed. "He's really smart and really…well, you know."

He laughs and drapes it back over both of us. "I didn't ask them," Killian says. "I asked you." He always sees through me. I drop my head back against the couch and think for a moment. "Harry Potter," I say. "Nobody hates Harry Potter." He doesn't argue. The opening music fills the room and I settle in. Logan and Austin murmur to each other occasionally throughout, but it's low enough not to bother me. When the credits roll, Drew makes a show of snoring loudly and dramatically.

Last night at the department dinner, Jay kept refilling my drink. He helped me into the car. Said he'd called a driver. Then I woke up here. This wasn't supernatural. Someone was trying to bury me. I shoved the door open. My legs buckled, almost dropping me into the mud. Weeds and dirt mounds stretched everywhere. Cold wind cut through them. I had to get back. If I made it back, I could fix this. I reached for the ignition— Ping. A message popped up. Northpoint Corp group chat.

"Funny thing is, after I was poisoned this morning and stopped breathing, you left me there too. In my last flicker of consciousness, I thought I heard my parents calling me. "That's when I realized you'd locked them in the climate-controlled room next door. You planned to finish them off after my funeral, bury them with my ashes, and quietly take our place as the richest family in town." Winnie's arrogance vanished when she realized the game was up. She dropped to her knees again, tears streaming down her face as she clutched Felix's pant leg. "Felix, help me! I was just joking earlier, I swear. I've nothing to do with what happened to the Ledgers! I barely know those two. I only chatted wi

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

I'll get you up and going out of bed Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed I'm happy that you're here with me I'm sorry if I tear up When me and you were younger You would always make me cheer up Taking goofy videos And walking through the park You would jump into my arms Every time you heard a bark Cuddle in your sheets Sing me sound asleep I'd sneak out of your kitchen At exactly 1:03 Sundays went to church And Mondays watched a movie Soon you'll be alone Sorry that you have to lose me Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Whatever unease she had earlier is already fading, replaced by something much more like her. “So,” she starts, nudging my arm lightly like she does when she wants my attention, “I started this new book last night.” I glance at her, catching the small excitement in her expression, then go back to stretching my arm across my chest. “It’s about zombies,” she continues, her voice picking up. “Like actual dead people walking around and eating others. It’s kind of disgusting, but also really good.” “And there is this guy,” she goes on, lowering her voice just a little like she is letting me in on something important. “He is technically dead, but not fully gone. Like he still thinks and talks and…

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both