Over My Dead Body Book Novels & Stories

" I move away standing on my feets as I feel Laura's body as cold as ice now, I drag her up on all her weight as I throw her on my back giving her a piggy back ride, Her dead body which surprisingly had not turned stiff and hard yet seems to be alive however her heartbeat is missing and her pulse intact once again, everything makes me want to go crazy as the fact that I had killed my mate, I pull up her whole weight as I take slow and cautious steps towards the door away from the pool of blood,

I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief. Davis pads over to me, his fur coated in blood. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. I nod, still in shock from the fight. "We need to move," I say, gesturing to the bodies. The four of us drag the hunters' bodies into the woods, my side screaming in pain the whole time. "I got it." Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened.

I reached for my purse on the right side of my bed and opened it. My feet touched the carpet. They were also cold. I needed something warm. Without another moment to waste, I picked up the air conditioning remote and lowered the temperature. That felt way better. I returned my attention to the purse and pulled out the burner phone. I turned it on, and waited for any message to come in. Then it came. From a familiar number. Only one body was found. The second grave is empty. That didn't sit well. How could only one body be found? I had seen them die. There should have been two filled graves.

He got to a body, he waited awhile until I signaled for him to open the covered body. A gasped left my lips upon seeing what lies underneath the cover, it was a dead body; a scary one to be precise, his mouth was wide opened like he was screaming with no sound coming from his mouth. I can see the darkness through his mouth and eyes, he has no eyes anymore, this is a brutal sight to behold. His body is so paled he can be mistaken for a dead zombie. It looks like his life, soul, everything was sucked out of him. The body was covered back as we were led back to the meeting room, I couldn’t say anything or knows what to say. How are we leaving one problem and jumping into another.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Humans with guns, and blades, and a clear, terrible purpose. A faint, coppery tang hung in the air, mixed with the looser, fouler scent of freshly opened bowels. But the overwhelming, sweet-rot stench of advanced decay was absent. My brain, working despite the paralysis, processed the information. The bodies aren’t smelly. They must have been dead for just hours. Maybe less. “What in the world…” Moe’s voice was a hushed, horrified whisper behind me, a prayer of disbelief. It was the most unnerved I had ever heard him.

All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched. Zack no longer could contain his fury and hatred upon hearing that. He rushed toward the man. However, he was no match for a drug dealer who had lived through hell and back. The man sent Zack flying with just a kick. Blood trickled down the corner of Zack's mouth as he collapsed hard onto the ground. My heart ached. I rushed over to stand in front of Zack, wanting to stop the man. Yet, his fist went straight through my body. Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left.

There was no way she would ever take over. Over my dead body. End of Book Two # # #

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

After I switched bodies with my driver, I ended up trapped in the body of an overweight, unattractive man everyone looked down on. My sister Joanne Harper and my fiancée, Serena Lane, did everything they could to find a way to switch us back. Joanne hired an exorcist and even gave her own blood for the ritual. Serena climbed three thousand icy steps to a remote mountaintop chapel in the middle of a blizzard, dropping to her knees in prayer every few steps. But Julian Brown, now living in my body, looked at them pitifully. “My romance system says we can only switch back if both of you truly fall in love with me.” From that day on, Joanne appeared to indulge his every whim, buying him sp