Logan Paul Dead Body Uncensored Novels & Stories

Until today. When my brother, Jason Welch, dug up my body, my broken remains finally saw the light of day. I was finally free to leave the cave that had imprisoned me for four years. First, I floated over to Jason and waved, hoping he could see me, but he couldn't. Masked and frowning, he methodically examined my body. "Unlike the previous bodies, this one is missing its head." He paused. "Why do I feel so uneasy looking at this?" His eyes lingered on my remains, his frown deepening.

What stood out were his pale chapped lips. "Yeah, I know him," I said remembering our encounter in the subway when I had run away from Luca the first time. I began stitching up my wound as the Crimson Raven began to talk. "Well, he and some unidentified female were found dead this morning. The skin at the back of his neck was peeled off and his body looked like he'd spent the night fighting with lions," she said. "Tortured to death," I mumbled but it was weird bow the skin at the back of his neck was peeled off. I tried thinking back to the significance of that but nothing really stood out. I remember there was a tattoo there. One of a bird but what was it?

Instead, she struggled with the body, taking it out of the trunk and laid him on the ground. “Do you know where he was?” I said nothing. I wasn’t about to tell her that he was killed at the Undead. It would only make her want to get revenge for him and would think Aurora had something to do with his death. Which she did, indirectly. “Get everything ready.” Mother’s voice brought me back. I looked at her. she was looking at father, no pain or sadness in her just a blank stare and the body. “No one else is coming Grayson, let’s get this over and done with.”

They let me in without blinking. Inside, I found a list of interred bodies from the past six months. I flipped through them, one finger tracing the dates. Lyric Green. Buried three months ago. No cause of death, no attending healer, closed casket. Cleared by Alpha Tyler Blackwood. My blood went cold. He signed off on it. The bastard signed off on it. I slammed the file shut and left it where I found it. If they came looking for who read it, let them.

Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Zack began to carefully reassemble the flesh and bones. He continued on for a good 20 hours, not daring to rest for even a second. Finally, he managed to reassemble my entire body. Unfortunately, I was without a head—the drug dealers had fed it to the wolfhounds in order to exact their revenge. Although everyone present were experienced detectives or forensic pathologists, they still couldn't help but gag. Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy tab

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "I'll leave Ari in your care then, Mr. Larkin." Ariel furrowed her brows as she found the way Lucas said that a bit strange. Jayson did not react any differently. "Of course." It was almost impossible to tell whether Jayson was really being sincere when looking at his proper and elegant demeanor. Lucas paused briefly. He took another glance at Ariel. Then, he left to meet his girlfriend. Ariel had placed a lot of importance on the ceremony for Elena's third death anniversary since it marked the closure point of their grieving her death.

Adrian's lips moved, but no sound came out. Mara saw inside and swayed. Someone caught her before she hit the ground. The pack doctor crouched beside me. He checked my pupils, my pulse, and the place where a wolf's spirit should have responded. After several seconds, he stood and removed his gloves. "The deceased is Luna Elena Hart Blackwood."“Estimated time of death was approximately nine forty-seven last night. She was already dead before the audience finished applauding.”

"The autopsy is in. Time of death confirmed at seven to nine days ago. As for the footage, we will pull it and verify." He turned to Wendy. There was something complicated in his eyes now. "Ma'am. You say the deceased attacked you three days ago. The deceased has been dead for seven. Are you sure you didn't get the date wrong." Wendy's lips were trembling. Nothing came out. The chat scrolled past her like a flood. [What the hell is happening?!] [May died seven days ago? How could she stab anyone three days ago?] [So the surveillance is fake! Wendy is lying!]

He got to a body, he waited awhile until I signaled for him to open the covered body. A gasped left my lips upon seeing what lies underneath the cover, it was a dead body; a scary one to be precise, his mouth was wide opened like he was screaming with no sound coming from his mouth. I can see the darkness through his mouth and eyes, he has no eyes anymore, this is a brutal sight to behold. His body is so paled he can be mistaken for a dead zombie. It looks like his life, soul, everything was sucked out of him. The body was covered back as we were led back to the meeting room, I couldn’t say anything or knows what to say. How are we leaving one problem and jumping into another.

As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion. _After the burial of the actor and his wife, his son was never seen again. Close relatives of the actor seem to have no clue as to where the boy is, who has been caring caring for him or if he is alive. It was as if the boy had been wiped off the face of the earth._ So she decided to search the boy's name. The first line she read caused her to drop her phone. _Benjamin Frost Junior, born Damien Benjamin Frost Junior..._ She looked for her phone in the box to read more but then she came across something else. She didnt know if it was what she though it was. She gulped and with shaky hands, she reached into the box. She tou