Over My Dead Body Book Novels & Stories

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

“Pretending to be dead just to steal Olivia’s spotlight?!” My soul hovered beside them, watching as they shouted at my cold,unmoving body. They still didn’t believe I was dead. They thought this was just my latest attempt to gain sympathy. Leo finally snapped out of his daze. He strode forward and impatiently nudged my arm with the toe of his boot. “Stop pretending. Get up.” My body shifted slightly on the floor— and then didn’t move again. That completely enraged him. “I said, get up!” Leo roared.He kicked me again.This time, my body rolled over.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

The steady beeping of medical machines echoed in my ears as I struggled to open my eyes. Sophie rushed over. Her voice was choked with emotion. “Hannah… you’re finally awake.” Tears rolled down her cheeks one after another. I tried to lift my hand to comfort her, but I could not even move my fingertips. I knew I was dying. Oddly, I felt calm. The only thing I could not let go of was her. “Sophie… I am sorry.”

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

I glared at the couple kissing passionately beside the remnants of my dead body. I wanted to float away, but I couldn't. Even after dying, I'd turned into a lingering soul that couldn't go anywhere. I was forced to hang around Nathan. I felt so pathetic. When I was still alive, Nathan treated me as if I didn't exist. Now that I was dead, I was forced to witness him and Gina in each other's arms. They were glued to each other when Nathan's phone rang, interrupting them. With a dark expression, Nathan picked his phone up and checked the screen.

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

Aunt Olivia, on the other hand, could barely contain the grin on her face. I then said, "Mom, Dad, and Draco passed away so suddenly, so I'd like to wipe down their bodies and fix them up again to give them a more decent send-off." I covered my face and went into the kitchen under the sympathetic yet approving looks of the crowd. I looked at the water boiling rapidly in the pot and smiled, wondering how they would handle this since they were so good at playing dead.