Novel Dead Famous Novels & Stories

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

"Mrs. Henderson, she—" "What now? What is she trying this time?" Blake frowned impatiently. "Tell her I'm busy and that I don't have time for her games!" "N-no, Mr. Henderson. Mrs. Henderson seems to be…" The butler took a deep breath as if gathering all his courage before continuing, "It seems she's dead." "Dead?" Blake's expression instantly turned livid. "What the hell are you talking about?" Then, he suddenly recalled the call from the butler that morning.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

She was staring at the screen, it was running some show called 'unlikely heroes’ and right on the screen was Connor no doubt. Linda looked at her. "Guess he forgot to tell you that Ami, but now I know you are not lying, that man is perfect, how didn't you recognise him ? You might have seen him in 'Wolf of Idaho’". "What ? So that's why he didn't want to watch the sequal, okay I feel stupid now, but who on earth does he play in it ?" Amelia couldn't recall seeing him. Linda grinned. "Well okay he is not so easy to recognize, he is blond in it, he played Faral".

It's New Year's, I'm coming home for dinner, don't forget to make fish! I woke up with a start. Once the fog of sleep cleared, all that was left was resolved. He just wanted fish, right? Then that's what everyone would get. I invited the whole family over and laid out a feast of fish dishes. However, the mood was eerie; no one even reached for their forks. Theodore Douglas, my uncle, cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "You know, they say starving is the worst way to go.

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

Connor scolded unhappily, "What's gone? Celia, did Clarisse collude with you to deceive me again? Tell her that she will only make me hate her more by doing this!" Celia's voice was a little shrill. "Connor! Clarisse is dead! Dead!" "Enough!" Connor hung up immediately after he finished yelling. No matter how many calls Celia made, he did not pick up. He gently and patiently coaxed Rosalie who was crying beside him. Then, several flustered police officers came to the door, knocked, and said, "Connor, the head of the deceased has been found. Hurry up and come with us."

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.