My Girlfriend Is A Zombie Novels & Stories

– A man with blond hair said “Nah! No way! I still don’t want to die. It’s already a miracle that we retain our consciousness when we became a zombie yet you still courting death. Once we really get killed, that is really the real death of us.” – A young girl around 17 to 18 years old said

Ferdinand couldn’t believe what he saw when he came back to the laboratory. On a huge cylindrical glass tube was a zombie, based on its appearance. She was a girl probably around 12-14 years old when she was still alive. There’s a rotting wound on her shoulder, smeared with black blood, and her eyeballs turned white all over. Her skin was bluish-pale, while a sticky dark liquid continuously sliding down to her chin. She was groaning, growling, banging on the thick glass and glaring at all the researchers in pure greed.

The phoenix dorm room-mates started their quest after a small break. Huomei this time is trying to burn only the neck of the zombie, so they can identify people by the faces. One of the rooms was open. Zombie must have come from that room. Suyan took a picture of the face for the record. They cautiously tied up everyone in the open room. This room is short of one person. So there are only five unconscious girls. Another person woke up as they were tying up.

She is fucking woman and it’s a public place. I placed my raised hands on her shoulder and patted gently with my lips forced in a smile. “She is my girlfriend. That means she is only my girlfriend and obviously I love her and it’s me and only me she has slept with and nobody else. By the way do you know who I am?” I asked her. Hearing the explanation that she didn’t want to believe made her face turned pale like she had lost all of her blood from her body. Like it was all drained out from her body.

I stood there holding the gift boxes. My fingers were so stiff that they were on the verge of cramping. I awkwardly glanced at my girlfriend, Alicia Bennett. She looked just as embarrassed. Leaning in closer, she whispered, "My dad's a total homebody and has been incredibly sheltered. He's a bit of a crybaby, but please don't be mad. I promise he isn't trying to target you." I forced a smile, though inwardly, I was screaming.

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

I found them on the couch, fucking each other like two horny dogs. Not even in the bedroom but on the couch screaming. Cole, my boyfriend of three years, was tangled up with my sister Dana like the world was ending and they were each other's last chance at survival. His hands in her hair, her head thrown back like that of a whore.. The birthday cake I'd spent two hours baking sat in my hands, still warm, with "Happy Birthday, Baby" written across the top in blue frosting. I had come home early to surprise him, but I was the one who got surprised instead.

Maybe I have. "Yeah. Sorry." We head to lunch, and I try to focus on normal things. Chemistry homework. Friday's game. Anything but the hollow ache in my chest that's been there since Luna told me what she really was. A werewolf. My girlfriend is a werewolf. I still don't know if I really believe it or if she made up an elaborate story because she didn't know how to break up with me properly. But then I remember the way she looked at me that night. The fear in her eyes. The desperate honesty.

She begged, shaking her head in fear while stretching her hand. She looked at the rescue team. "Help my sister, please" "What can we possibly do? It's over. She's a zombie!" One replied, and just then, they, passed down a bomb. "What are you trying to do? Get my sister killed!!" Tessa roared. "Can't you see? She's a zombie!!" The Head of the team thundered. "What to do?? I'm also a zombie" She smiled, slyly as her zombic nature came back.

I winked at him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “No, probably not. Well, good. I’m glad to hear it. Glad we got that out of the way.” “Me, too,” I giggled. “Well, I’m gonna kiss you now.” “Good,” I said, looking up at him and waiting expectantly. He pressed his lips to mine, and for the moment, I wasn’t a Vampire Hunter, a Vampire, a Hybrid, or anything—I was just Cassidy Findley, Brandon Keen’s girlfriend. And of all the things I am, and all the things I am not, that’s the thing I like being best.