Logan Paul Dead Body Uncensored Novels & Stories

Stellan Montclair was alive. He shoved the lid aside and sat up in the coffin. His face was deathly white, his lips had gone purple, and his eye sockets were sunken deep. He looked like a corpse that had just crawled out of its own grave. The potion had only just worn off, and his body was still dangerously weak. Even opening his eyes took visible effort. "I'm... not dead..." The words scraped out of him, faint as a dying flame.

I asked if I could trade every last cent to erase every memory of this world. Sometimes, remembering is the worst punishment of all. The System agreed. It granted my request, no rewards revoked. As my memories faded, I saw their endings. Marco jumped after me. Vincent searched the rocks below until his body gave out, sitting on the shore until his lungs filled with blood, whispering that he'd stay with me forever. Draven burned the compound to the ground, every man who'd hurt me inside it, and let the flames take him too. Luca went back to Chicago, and was found dead in his home days later, the snub-nose .22 he'd given me as a kid clutched tight in his hand.

Betrayed and murdered with her unborn child, Luna Aria is given a second chance, two years in the past, with one condition: save a dying Alpha cursed by dark magic. To reclaim her future and destroy those who took everything from her, Aria must survive the ruthless Blood Alpha, Kieran Steele, a man as deadly as the fate hunting him. But in a world of secrets, power, and lies, saving him may cost her more than her revenge… it may cost her heart.

"No, it can't be her." Ronan stared fixedly at the indescribable mass of rotten flesh on the autopsy table. Her once slender, long fingers were now just ten bloody stumps. The nails, along with the bones beneath, had been ripped out. The body was swollen and deformed, the flesh completely putrefied. My soul hovered in the air, watching his panic-stricken expression, my heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. Back then, to avoid exposing the pack's secrets, I hadn't even had time to cry out his name one last time.

Closed casket. Cause of death: internal hemorrhage after a lab accident. No body view “due to damage.” Her grandfather standing rigid. Not crying. Not once. Mason broke the silence. “That’s deepfake tech. It has to be.” Caleb shook his head immediately. “No. That feed was analog to digital direct. No interference artifacts. No AI rendering glitches. That was live.” Origin’s eyes never left Ariana. “You were told he died in a research accident.” “Yes.”

They got to the room only to see Niko's head casted down, his body loosed as he danged on the pole he was being chained to. Lucifer was astonished by the appearance as blaze walked towards it to inspect it. "Don, he's truly dead!" He muttered but Lucifer subconscious mind says something else. He rubbed his temples slowly, his eyes darting around the room. He had plans of buttering him....but his soul seems to be ahead of him. "Dispose the body!" He said sharply and left, pocketing his hands. "Yes Don!" ★★★★★ BLOOD VESSELS CLAN* Fingers clicked on the keyboard as the sound echoed around the room, Roberto sat gallantly on one of the chairs assigned for him while watching the hackers he had hir

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.