Logan Paul Dead Body Uncensored Novels & Stories

The guards Alden sent for also arrived, cutting everyone's attention. Reagan gasped when she saw the mangled body. It was as if a wolf went crazy on him. His bones stuck out of his socket, he was beyond deformity. The grotesque image made her sick to the stomach, sucker punched in the gut, and bile threatened to expel from her gut. She pointed at the body, " This is Romero." Dr. Bart shook his head sadly, " He is dead."

Just as Jack finished his last word… Morse, Rainier, and Paulette took their last breaths. The corpses stared at the screen with their lifeless eyes wide open, unwilling to give up. Before they died, their hands were still clutching the intestines from their anuses, trying to pull them out a little more. In the live broadcast, Bazaar’s body was lying on the floor. The cut on his stomach and the torn anus were still flowing with a thick, stinky liquid. The other three corpses stared at the camera with their eyes wide open.

My phone buzzed again. Another video from Derek Voss. I opened it with numb fingers. The camera showed the warehouse once more. Ryan and my mother were still tied to their chairs, both crying. Derek stood over a motionless body on the floor Lucian’s body. Blood pooled beneath him. He wasn’t moving. Derek kicked the body once, then smiled into the camera. “Confirmed. Lucian Kane is dead. He chose his little slut over his empire and paid with his life.” He turned the camera to my mother.

I asked, half hopefully, half panicked. “When did you say he was found ‘dead’ again?” Nolan asked seriously. “Roughly a week ago?” I said, like it was a question more than anything. So much had gone on, and all I knew was that he had died before I returned home. “Why, Nolan?” “This isn’t like a corpse at all. His body is frozen, not cold. His eyes dilated when I opened them. There’s no decomposition at all, and if you take a closer look at his veins…”

He would pass on accurate details of the police deployment before every operation. In fact, every occurrence of classified intelligence leakage could be traced back to the times Christopher had access to it. Five years ago, it was Christopher who compiled and archived the plans for all three major anti-narcotics operations that led to the deaths of over 100 officers. What Gabriella found even harder to accept was Daniel's autopsy review report. Back then, the original report stated that Daniel died from a close-range gunshot to the heart, fired from no more than ten feet away. The culprit had used standard police-issued ammunition.

My death would already devastate her. I didn't want her to see me in this state, but I no longer had a physical body. All I could do was watch helplessly as the butler made the call. Soon, accompanied by the screech of brakes, Sarah stumbled into the room. I watched as her face filled with terror. "Melinda! My dear Melinda!" She cried out and rushed toward me. However, I was already a cold corpse. All I could do was watch as she collapsed beside me, her trembling hands reaching out to touch my disfigured face.

We can’t take the chance of being followed out. My victory and determination quickly sobers me up. I shove six more shots in his face, forcing him to drink them since he can barely keep his eyes open. He falls out of his chair landing with a dull thud, motionless on the floor. No one turns a head. What happens in Black Lagoon stays in Black Lagoon. Including the dead bodies. Demons are very thrifty in ways of disposing of them.

“I’m in too deep now, I killed at least two tourists in the commons, and they have video cameras all over this fucking place. If I leave, it will be a short walk to the guillotine.” Anita looked at Rancid and saw how much blood covered him. But she didn’t realize he had personally killed anyone. “Did you kill anyone?” Rancid asked. “No,” Anita replied. “Did you feed off any of the bodies?” Anita hesitated. “Yeah, you’re as fucked as I am.” “It’s not a crime to feed off a dead body,” Anita replied. “Desecrating a corpse is a crime, look it up,” Rancid said.

Scàthach’s body crumbles to the ground and suddenly Arawn appears in front of us out of fucking nowhere. “Great job everyone, now let’s get Tiernan back.” That’s when I noticed how eerily quiet Tiernan had become, his breathing coming in pants but each breath was taking longer and longer to come. Arawn starts chanting over Tiernan’s body, his skin pale and covered in a sheen of sweat. The black soul orb detaches itself from his chest, and tendrils of what could only be described as white, thick cobwebs make their way back into Tiernan’s chest. He takes one shuddering breath and then he stills.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!