Miss Park All Of Us Are Dead Novels & Stories

“Figures. Cowards always run from what they don’t understand.” "Someone died," I choke out and his eyes snap to mine. "One of the people under the plague went into a cardiac arrest and died a few minutes ago." "What?" "It seems all their final destination is death, unless we're able to kill Malakai off first." Olivia’s small hand finds mine. Her fingers are cold—too cold for someone whose core temperature is boiling. “It’s okay, Zeke,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and strained. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe this is the only way.”

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

Text message. "Damien is alive. I kept him alive. Paid for everything. Experimental treatments. Best doctors. Because I need him. Need you. Need Hope. For what comes next. You have seventy-two hours. Come to Geneva. Bring Hope. Or Damien's life support ends. And thirteen other hospitals—thirteen other patients—also lose power. Simultaneously. One hundred seventy-three people die. Your choice. Come alone. Or come with blood on your hands. -M" M. Marcus. Impossible. But—

"Every man in the army knows that General Montclair fell in battle, his body lost and unrecoverable. And yet here sits the general, perfectly intact. I'm at a loss, truly." He paused, and his voice dropped colder still. "Unless, of course, this man isn't General Montclair at all." Stellan's head snapped up. "What did you just say?" "I said," Garrett pronounced each word with deliberate weight, "that since the general is dead, the general should be dead. Whoever this man is, he's nothing but an impostor." Outside the chapel, a crowd had gathered without anyone noticing. They were there because of the story Everett had spread.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

One tragedy after another had occurred this week, and my nerves were frayed to their limit. "It'll be okay. Everything will definitely be okay. You already called the police, right? They're on their way. They'll be fine." The words had barely left his lips when my phone rang. I answered it, and Delia's crazed, unhinged voice came through the line. "They're all dead," she exclaimed before bursting into deranged laughter. "They're all dead! Dead!" Then the call was abruptly cut off. When I tried calling again, the phone had been switched off once more.

I was Sofia De Luca, the only biological daughter of Marco De Luca, the most powerful Don. Then my parents adopted Celeste De Luca as my younger sister, and everything changed. My birthday party could be cancelled because she threw a fit. My place at the elite academy went to her. Even the ruby brooch my grandmother left me was taken away because she said she liked it. On nothing but Celeste's word, my parents branded me a traitor to the De Luca family and personally handed me over to a rival family as a hostage. I endured every kind of torment there. They toured the world with their adopted daughter and lived in luxury. They forgot me completely. It was only when Celeste finally caused a di

she said “No, I’m not, we're going to hike now, I've been looking for you everywhere,” she replied, but May just pulled her by the arm. “I guess I don’t have a choice,” Stacey said, giggling, walking with her towards the girl's lodge. “Have you seen Mike? His grandma has been looking for him all morning.” Stacey asked. May took her into her room and locked the door. She walked silently towards to window. Stacey curiously waited patiently for her to speak. Then, she suddenly turned and said: “Mike is dead”

Jaks spoke weakly The blond girl named Lindsay looked up but she didn't look sad, she didn't look mad at the world. She looked like she was glad to see the two of them were dead. There was an evil glow to her face, and she smiled the same smile that Pete had on the other night. Jake thought to himself there is now way that she could be happy about their death, there must just be something funny on tv. “You can't be serious you idiot, you telling me that if Max were to die and you saw something on tv that you could laugh . You gotta be kidding me let's go”

) Josh growls. (Did you check if it was someone else from the pack.) Taylor asks. I’m just frozen confused because there is no way my mate is dead this has to be a misunderstanding. I look at my dad pleading with my eyes to tell me its someone else that is dead and not my mate. (What does that mean.) Josh growls again. (We called and check everyone. Everyone here or in the human territory that is from our pack is accounted for except for Mariah.) My father sighs. (I am sorry son, but she is gone.)