Play Dead Book Novels & Stories

Once in a while, he would raise his head up and look out the window, watching the activities of the world. "What are you reading?" Alex jumped a bit in his seat, startled by the voice that had spoken. It was Amanda, her eyes were still closed as she spoke, but she had taken out her iPods. "Uh... Never trust a dead man, it's a murder mystery book." He told her. "Never trust a dead man?" She laughed. "Why would you trust someone already dead?" She finally opened her eyes looking over at Alex. "Well, it's... It's hard to explain, the book explains it all."

His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear. He guffawed as he swung his bat and walked on the shards of glass. He opens the zipper of his leather jacket, ignoring the yelps of the staff of the hotel. He pulls out a thick black book, with skull carvings on its cover. This is the Death Book, the list of humans who are destined to die. But he is not here to act as a grim reaper; he is here to act like a murderer. He flips the pages and hides them back in his jacket. A purple orb flew above him, leaving a trail of purple glitters. The orb sliced itself into two, making a Pacman with a purple color.

Probably thinking I will bite his head off again. Snapping out of it, because I didn’t want to talk about it to any of them right now, I turned the door knob and we walked inside. It was just like I remembered it. Walking right up to the bookcase, I grabbed the book that was the secret latch. The bookcase squeaked as it moved open, causing fresh dust to fall off the shelves and to the floor. I looked back and Jaxson and Mason were standing there with their mouths open. Ted wasn’t in the room so I just assumed Jaxson told him to stay guard. I didn’t think much about it.

I know I should help Celia, but as long as Zomb is down, she can hold her own against Caia. Once in there, I close the door behind us, flicking on the lights. They flicker, and I scan the shelves for anything. Bottles of alcohol, and gauze are there, and I snatch them up, tending to Tomaz's wounds. He lets out a small cry as they stinging of the alcohol hits his skin, but other than that, his eyes stay closed. It hits me then that the two people I thought were dead, were actually alive. Just muddled with until they no longer knew who they really were.

The book was bound in black leather and embossed with strange symbols. Amanda opened the book, and as she read the first page, her heart sank. The book contained information about Marcelyn, but it also contained something far more sinister. Something that could put their lives in danger. Amanda's hands trembled as she flipped through the pages of the book, her eyes widening with each passing moment. The book contained information about a secret society of vampires who called themselves the Order of the Night. According to the book, the Order had been operating in the shadows for centuries, manipulating the course of history and pulling the strings of those in power. They were rumored to poss

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.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

Yet, I had no choice but to face the brutal truth. The woman who once said she couldn't live without me was now in the arms of another man. She not only built a second home with him but was even carrying his child. Seeing them hold each other so tightly, I realized that the sweet love I'd so strongly believed in had turned into a bitter joke. It was as if a blade had pierced my chest. A bone-deep cold spread through me, making it hard to breathe. Gerald gasped, struggling to breathe. "Meghan, I… I feel terrible. I can't walk anymore…"

, possibly even in our bed. I gripped the edge of the desk hard, fighting to control my breathing so I wouldn't hyperventilate from the sobs. The phone I'd left in the living room started ringing. I wasn't in the mood to pick up, but the caller relentlessly dialed. After taking a deep, shaky breath, I walked out to the living room. When I saw the caller ID, I was briefly stunned before quickly answering the call. "What's up, Claud?" "Josiah isn't dead."

"You are the 'Rot' in the library. You must be 'Excised' so that the Great Record can remain pure." Audrey stood on the bridge of her half-faded ship, her eyes burning with a silver-and-gold fire. "The library is 'Dead', Librarian. A book that is never read is just a stack of paper. A world that never changes is just a tomb. We didn't come to excise you. We came to 'Open-the-Windows'."