Over My Dead Body Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I want to smash it into a thousand pieces and bury it back under the floor. BZZZT. The phone vibrates against the sheets. A harsh, angry buzz. I freeze. The screen lights up. Incoming Call. I stare at the Caller ID. The letters dance in front of my eyes, mocking me. Impossible. Hubby. The room spins. My hand moves on its own. I reach out. My fingers brush the cold plastic. It rings again. Loud. Demanding. Hubby. Nikos is dead. I buried him. I saw the closed casket. I threw dirt on the grave.

"A fake corpse has been set up. Later, someone will set the room on fire. Just leave without worry." I nodded. The moment I stepped out, a loud boom exploded behind me. Flames shot skyward, and the heat hit my face. I didn't look back. I followed the man to the black car waiting outside the estate. As the car pulled away from Costa Estate, I stole one last glance through the window at the inferno. The place that had trapped me for eight long years was now being consumed by flames. "Signorina, your wounds need attention." The bodyguard in the front handed me a first-aid kit.

he ordered. Two of the men who came running in nodded and walked over to where I had sat up crutching myself together in fear, lifting the lifeless body off beside me. I gagged as the sight of the blood trickling out of the body, my body too numb to fully process what had just happened. I curled in more on myself, pulling the tattered remains of my clothes around me. The new man stepped closer as soon as the other men had walked out along side the ones carrying the corpse, his gaze fixed on me. But this time I saw Pity not Lust “Are you okay?”

Which meant the killer might be nearby, or the body was just dumped there. “We are in the forest of the dead.” He dropped. I froze when I heard this, the forest of the dead. I had read about the forest of the dead, back when I was still at the Blue Moon's pack. I sneaked around the library to read books, and some kind maids were kind enough not to rat me out whenever they caught me.

He said with disdain. The other man came up to me and pulled me away from the room. As I was dragged away, I looked at the dead man, watching as his blood oozed from his head, pooling around him. This was my first time seeing a dead body and I knew the sight of it would haunt me forever.

A story where love was as fatal as any blade. And I wasn’t just in it. I was inside the body of a girl who—if the book’s events held true—was fated to die before the first act even ended. Her death was the spark that ignited the blood feud. A single corpse to justify centuries of slaughter. In other words… me. Again. I’d already died once. I wasn’t going to let it happen a second time.

"The autopsy is in. Time of death confirmed at seven to nine days ago. As for the footage, we will pull it and verify." He turned to Wendy. There was something complicated in his eyes now. "Ma'am. You say the deceased attacked you three days ago. The deceased has been dead for seven. Are you sure you didn't get the date wrong." Wendy's lips were trembling. Nothing came out. The chat scrolled past her like a flood. [What the hell is happening?!] [May died seven days ago? How could she stab anyone three days ago?] [So the surveillance is fake! Wendy is lying!]

“Would you be able to take me to it? And maybe help me dig it up.” “That’s an interesting idea for a second date, Ms. Martin. I have to say, you keep me on my toes.” I smile. “If only that’s what this is…trying to be spontaneous or something.” “Or something. No one who’s asked me to dispose of a body has ever asked me to dig it back up.” “Can you, though? I kind of need it.” “If you’re into necrophilia, I’m good at playing dead.” “Gross. And a world of no. I got the book today—thank you, by the way—and it got me thinking that maybe this Gatekeeper is guarding another realm or something similar. Something important enough to have demons guarding or…or…whatever that demon was doing the other n

The headache that I had still hugged my head, and I hated it. He proceeded to lock the door and then he pointed at the dead body by the closet area. “Go to it, turn it over and you will see something that is very important that you see.” I scoffed. I knew that he was not joking, but seriously? He wanted me to touch the dead body?! “I can’t…I can’t do that.” I gently laughed without humor. “It’s a decaying dead body. There are f*cking maggots crawling from out of it, let alone, the purid smell that it’s producing.”

Never looking back. They locked me in a silver cage. And my heart went stone cold. I didn't regret killing Catherine. I just hated how close I'd been to seeing Nyara. Months crawled by. On the Blood Moon, I stared at the red glow bleeding through the bars. An Enforcer came. Dropped a tray at my cell. "Eat. Last meal. Enjoy." I froze. Fear hit different this time. I lunged at the bars. "I'm the War Chief's son—Magnar Nightfang's son! A lord commander! You've got it wrong! I only killed a rogue halfblood—how the hell does that mean death?!"