Over My Dead Body Book Novels & Stories

« Since when dead people move. » They aren’t dead; I know that because a corpse can’t move. I don’t know why they smell bad, but I know they aren’t dead. If we can fix their rotten bodies, perhaps we’ll make their lives better. We call them madmen, meatbag since they don’t have intellect, infected, some even call them the walking dead, but a dead body can’t move, if it were so, it would be impossible to kill them, yet when we slaughter them, they die. They are alive, but I don’t know how that’s why I call them the madmen. Damien thought like men the past; there was one time, he took the body of a dead soldier and let it get infected, he observed it for a month, the body stayed dead, a corpse

There was also a comfortable couch and a large television, which made it clear he had more money than the other villagers. Once everyone gathered together, Cassian said, "Let's summarize what we've found so far." Everyone recounted the information they'd gathered and confirmed that the situation was consistent for all the deaths. Each person who died had performed a strange dance before dying mysteriously. "We now have two questions. Where are the bodies, and why did they all dance before they died?" Cassian said. "What are your thoughts? You go first, Peter." Peter hesitated for a moment before saying, "As a doctor, I'm trained to believe in science above all else. But Dr. York, the situati

"Sorry, we forgot to mention it. The doctor said that a man's body can still respond for up to three hours after death. Don't worry. It should go back to normal in about half an hour. Once you two are finished here, we'll announce the union of our families!" I nodded shakily and watched them leave, regret already creeping in. "You bastard. Even dead, you're still messing with me! I should've just drawn lots and married Felix. At least I could've been happy for three years!" Everyone was still outside waiting for me to finish, so I sped up. I stripped off Raphael's clothes, kept my eyes shut, and got it done fast. Maybe it was my nerves, but something felt even stranger. His skin had been cha

That was Zach's problem to solve. Zach's headache only got worse. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Ariel standing there, staring at him coldly while saying, "Stop writing yourself into the story. That's not righteousness. That's just stupidity." The memory made him wince. He wished the floor would swallow him whole. Just as he sat there, gripping his phone in frustration, a news notification popped up on the screen. Zach saw the keywords and instinctively unlocked his phone. The headline read, "Reputable Overseas Scholar Caught in Affair Scandal?"

The world stopped. Through the gap in the OR door, I saw my mother on the table–open, alone. The surgical team in their gowns–they were soaked through. A monitor was beeping rapidly. "Where is Dr. Crane? Pressure is dropping! We need to close!" "Get someone–anyone on rotation. Cover the closure!" The nurses ran past me. They knocked into me. I didn't move. Then… "I'm sorry. The patient is brain-dead. We could not bring her back."

Yet, he was dead before he turned 30. Meanwhile, I was trapped in that forgotten cottage on the estate grounds. They would not even let me retrieve his body. I was still lost in the anguish of that other life when Everett reached me. "Elara?" He frowned slightly, concern threading through his gaze. "I heard about everything. Stellan... Are you..." He was probably going to tell me to grieve well, to not be too hard on myself. "Everett..." I shook my head and cut him off. "There's no one in this world who wants him dead more than I do."

"She's brain dead. Time of declaration- 11:43 p.m." Everyone walked out of the room one by one while Violet was crying somewhere in the background, with Kirk consoling her. A few minutes after they were all gone, a nurse walked in and covered me with white cloth. She walked out right after that, but then someone entered almost immediately. I knew it wasn't the nurse because the footsteps were heavy. The figure walked up and stood right next to my bed. He was close. Too close. And then the deep, male voice said. "You deserve this. Once you are gone... immortality will be mine."

I paused before continuing, "You acted the same way in our past life. You had me wrapped around your finger with your honeyed words, even though you were telling everyone else that you were going to protect Riley. You swindled me out of all my resources and locked me in a warehouse to await death." Panic flickered in Frank's eyes as he seemed to recall a vague memory. However, the system didn't give him the time that he needed to sift through his hazy memories. His body disappeared in the next second. "Frank Gideon has died. His teleportation skill can be claimed." Riley and I didn't move an inch. After all, Frank's skill was utterly useless to us. … On the seventh day, the system deployed a

Amber’s pov: “Over my dead body,” a low guttural voice asserts its dominance. Then, before I could comprehend what was going on, a hole formed in between the man’s eyes, and blood leaked out of it. His soul left his body right in front of me.

No routine patrols or even idle maids. As I reached a corridor where the light dimmed slightly in a room, I had this strange feelings that they is something about how odd everything around here looked. So, I peeped through its window, and I saw all sorts of dead bodies. They were not smelling, as I couldn't trace any sort of smell, and to think that they were neatly arranged that you would hardly think they were dead bodies until you advanced closer. I saw one that caught my attention vividly, and without looking twice, I knew it was my dead body - Selene. My body froze at once, and I was almost able to pull myself together in what I just saw, as all parts of my body were already shivering.