Over My Dead Body Book Novels & Stories

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Memories of him staring at me with wide lifeless eyes because he had overdosed the night before. I remembered his sallow, clammy skin, remembered how he was practically drowning in his own vomit, the corners of his mouth twisted in a rictus of agony. I remembered calling his name, holding his already cold body to mine as I bawled my eyes out. I remembered because I was the first person that stumbled across his dead body in the bathroom because he had overdosed. My eyes caught a piece of paper in the midst of the pictures and I picked it up. It read:

He asked. "He didn't tell me where he works, he only told he that he is a security!" Francesca replied and Henry furrowed his brows. "Security?" He repeated and Francesca nodded. "Do you believe that?" "Yeah, what am I supposed to believe!" She nudged her shoulders. "Ok fine.....!" ★★★★★ DUMP AREA* Two mobsters on masks carried a body wrapped in black clothing to the area. Mostly, the vipers dump dead bodies when not needed by using sands to cover them up or rather leave it for the vultures to feed on.

The first thing I got was what looked like a normal picture album. Expect, it had pictures of interrogations. However, I had a feeling every single person in this book was dead. There was a before and after picture. Hundreds were lined with dried blood along the edges. Dad didn’t even wash his hands before he put this together. Dirt covered the corners, an obvious worm line ran across the front and it smelled like death. Flipping to the back, I was surprised to see the dead men that dad left on our doorstep. That meant all these were recent.

I had a lot to deal with and the first on my list was giving Michael a proper burial. My teeth gritted as I arrived at the scene with the fresh scent of blood gracing my nostrils and the dead bodies of the enemies I had slain. At their center was an ebony-skinned man, Michael. His body was laced with several deep claw marks that refused to heal. Of course, how could they heal when he was already dead?

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Chapter 115 Kayden's POV I pocketed the small book in my pockets and walked over to Dad. "What is...." "Holly Molly!!" I gasped seeing the carcass of fresh dead bodies, the stench was horrible. "They were killed recently." Dad pointed out and I moved closer to the corpses. There was still blood and immediately a theory came to my mind. "What if the slaves were so much that the bus they took could not fit them all so to be on the safer side, they killed these ones to make sure they would not tell anything to us when we arrive." I said to Dad.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

She watched his horrible, strangely pretty cupid’s bow lips move as he spoke again. “I saw you watching me.” Her blood did something strange then. It quit moving. It ceased bringing oxygen to her brain, stopped warming her body. It slunk away from her face and her extremities. Marie felt cold, frozen. Like Aleta’s body had been before the cremation. Like some of her pieces probably still were. But the rest were ashed down in a cheery little fire and kept warm and snug in an urn next to her grandmother. That was joy, yes? That was peace.