Over My Dead Body Book Novels & Stories

“According to Allan Murray, the corpses of the dead started appearing three or four days ago, they approach the living at sight and they are causing such a commotion that people in that town are living in fear.” She offered him her journal so he could read for himself. As he looked through her notes, he asked “what do we know about the dead coming to life?” “There is both a lot and little on them, we would have to identify the situation while we reach Crawley…” she said as she held one of the books “there are so many types of dead who are alive or look like it.” Suddenly the carriage stopped, the horses were steady in their place and the coachman didn’t move either.

••" Who used to live here?” ••" my mom.” If his father and mother were married, then why were they living separately? I checked the other page. Dead body's name is Sophia Servopolus. Oh my god, dead body's name? What does it mean?father's name, Evander Servopolus, residency American-Greek. Cause of death, 95% body burn. Oh my god! My eyes got wider reading this. 95% of the body was burned, third-degree burn. Place of suicide. SUICIDE? — Dark house, London. My feet stumbled, realizing the fact that I am standing in the middle of a Dark house.

*Trigger warning for this book. Murder, talk of sexual assault, suicide, descriptive death scenes* I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me. My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end. Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.

“When police recovered the two bodies, the chain was still locked tight around their wrists. Axel Thorne was 35 years old. Seraphina Croix was 29. This gruesome end, born of revenge and destruction, brings a bloody close to the power struggles of the Chicago underworld…” A strange silence fell over the room. The designer and her assistant glanced at me, unsure of what to say. They knew my story. Seven years ago, Axel had “died” for me, and I had been his widow for six years. Now he was really dead. On a yacht bearing my name, taking the woman who ruined my life with him. Should I feel happy? Should I feel like justice was served? But my heart felt nothing. That blazing love had long since tu

These two chapters are dedicated to Eugena, a wonderful reader & awesome thinker. Thank you for reading & blessing me with your thoughts. • • Kennedi’s POV I realized what I fell upon was nothing but a dead body! I screamed at the top of my lungs, scurrying to get up. I soon discovered I was surrounded by several more bodies. The ground turned red from all of the blood. “No. Please don’t let this be true,” I bent down to see the bodies. “Say something!”

**The Marriage Clause** (Chapter Nineteen) Part Two There was a dead man on the ground, there was the bloated corpse of a man right on the ground. Marcus couldn't find anything to say as he stared right at the horrendous sight, the flies didn't make things feel any better and the putrid smell was way worse than anything he could infer. Elizabeth quickly shut her eyes as her eyes also came in contact with the corpse in front of her, confusion ran through her head as to what was happening and it all made her feel faint in the head.....this was the most horrific dead body she had ever seen, it even took the position of seeing her own father's body in the hospital.

Eric snapped in frustration, "Who knows if that deed of yours is even real? You think you can wave a fake one around and claim the place? Get out of here, now!" He moved as if to shove me aside, while Jane hurriedly took out her key and unlocked the front door. The moment it opened, an indescribable stench rushed out, so foul it nearly made me throw up my last meal. Through the half-open door, all I could see were towering piles of trash. A rat suddenly screeched and darted out through the gap! "Ah!" I jumped in shock. By the time I recovered, Jane had already slipped inside and slammed the door shut.

Over my dead body will I stay with him. Demon can have my luggage.

Our players tried to stop him, but he didn’t stop. My heartbeat raced when Zack approached him from behind and attacked Kaelen. My throat tightened. Without any warning, the memories of that night rushed forward. Kaelen had cradled my remains in his arms as though I was something precious, even though there had been almost nothing left of me. Then he buried me himself. And after that... He had hunted down everyone responsible for my death. I had seen it all. Because I hadn't disappeared when I died. I remained behind.

I even listened to it earlier. I was not pure...I was tainted used and thrown like a broken toy....how could I be the girl he talks about?. "Unless?" Daniel turns to the last page of the book and I still. My heart stopping for a second. The scene was horrifying....there was red everywhere...dark blood red...with piles of dead bodies except for the presence of a wolf with red eyes in the centre. "Unless the death wolf finds a way to break into her soul and take it from her.....unless the death wolf gets in her mind and controls it.....finally coming to power to rise terror in the entire world again."