Over My Dead Body Book Novels & Stories

Soot stained the walls and ceilings in the corner nearest to Nancy, Mike observed every single detail with extreme carefulness, making sure not to miss a thing and he didn't because his eyes soon found the reason behind the smell of charred meat, his eyes widen in shock and a shriek-like whimper escaped his mouth at the hideous sight of a smoking corpse lying in a black circle of burned flooring. The books and lose papers around the circle are untouched, as though the victim died in a concentrated burst of flame. Mike's hand slipped away from Tommy's grasp of death as he walked back a few steps, trying to stay away from the corpse, as far away as possible, he has never seen such a disturbing

Apparently, they found a gunshot wound to her stomach which means that definitely, her death is a murder case and one way or another, this misfortune was gonna involve me since I owned the place where she was found dead, I happened to be her boss and coincidentally, a fire started on the exact same night that her body is found. This had to be the worst day of my life and at this point, I can slowly feel myself losing my mind and at the same time, my sense of reasoning. Everything around me looked dark and felt gloomy. It's like I'm only going to keep experiencing the most horrible things in life and I highly doubt I deserve it since I've never done anything to hurt anyone, ever. "Babe, are y

Her knuckles turned white. They were all there waiting for her. Mama Metcalf and her busted open head, dripping gray matter down the folds of her scrubs. Jordan’s face over her shoulder, his dimples as prominent in death as they were in life. The thing that used to be Robby slithered at their feet, its wide toothy smile was just for her. Mykel lurched across the lot in blind arcs, spurting gore as he went from where his head and spine were not so long ago housed. Her parents were there too, each with their matching heart-attack guts swinging before them, stinking of the earth they were buried in. They weren’t alone. The knockers at her door were there by the thousands, dribbling over one ano

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

What manner of creature stood before me? 'I'm dead,' I thought, fingers clawing helplessly at the wallpaper behind me, nails catching on the delicate pattern my mother had chosen years ago. The familiar texture offered no comfort, no anchor to normalcy. ‘This is how it ends. This person will kill me right here on the floor, and no one will discover my body until the afternoon servants arrive.’

The air turned thick with the stench of blood and fear, a cacophony of screams, cries, and the frantic orders of the healers. I pushed myself to sit up. "I have to help." "Are you insane?" Billy pressed me back down by my shoulders. "You can't even stand!" "I'm a healer," I said, shoving his hand away. "They need me." I staggered out of the room, and the scene in the hallway stole my breath. The floors were slick with blood. Bodies lay on stretchers, mangled beyond recognition—seasoned warriors and young pups alike. "Luna!" a young healer cried, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and desperation. "Moon Goddess, you're awake! We need a Life Weaver. Now!"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

The pulse was quickening in his ears, and the devil had begun to knock on his front door. “This is for Hades.” I squeezed the trigger and watched his brain splatter against the opposite wall. His body fell a millisecond later, lurching backward until he was a corpse on the floor. The blood made a puddle under his body, and his skin started to turn white as death settled in. My office had been demolished by the corpse bleeding out in front of me. It was almost poetic, the way he died where he’d first cornered me years ago.

Jojo nudged Bill's motionless body with her foot, nodding in satisfaction. A chorus of gasps and whispers erupted from the book club members. "Oh God, is he dead?" someone exclaimed. Brandon's panicked voice rose above the din. "I don't know how to hide a dead body! I don't want to hide a dead body! I've never hidden a dead body in my life!" Kaitlyn's sharp tone cut through the chaos. "Nobody's going to hide a dead body. He's probably fainted. We need to call an ambulance, now."

he snapped. I struggled, cried, and pleaded, but it was no use. I curled up in the small wooden box, my body breaking, blood staining the floor beneath me. A week later, he and his first love returned from their trip, planning to let me out. I was already dead and suffocated—a cold corpse. ... It was cold outside, yet the room reeked of decay. I had been dead for a week when the door finally opened. The foul stench made Elaine stop in her tracks. "Oh my god, what is that smell?" she asked, covering her nose in disgust.