Play Dead Book Novels & Stories

The hatred in Sarah's eyes almost swallowed him whole. "Melinda gave you her whole heart, and this is how you treated her? You killed her! Are you satisfied now?" "Mom, what are you talking about? How could Melinda be dead? Stop fooling around." Blake panicked. "Fooling around? Have a look for yourself!" Sarah threw a document in his face. It was my death certificate. In black and white, it clearly recorded my time and cause of death.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.

I murmured, my thumb rubbing the soft skin of her jawline. "The same way I handle a sweep team," she said, a tiny, chilling smile touching her lips. "We find the leverage. Every man on that board has a secret, Malakai. Arthur kept a secondary database of every politician, judge, and CEO he ever bought. When I took the core ledger, I did not just take the money files. I took the blackmail." She pulled away from my grip, walking over to the Pelican case in the corner. She returned with a small, unbranded silver flash drive. She slid it into the secondary port of my satellite terminal.

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watc

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

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.

How big was this place? Some books were kept in a thick glass. I peered at them curiously. “The book of the Dead,” Dean Davina said proudly as she glanced at them. “Wait, you mean these books contain ways to talk to dead people?” I asked in utter bewilderment. “And allegedly how to raise them and control them,” Dean Davina replied. “That is a dangerous book to keep around,” I said with concern. “Hence, why it is kept here, away from prying eyes and greedy hands,” she replied.

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

"Stellan! Stellan, you're awake! I knew it! I knew you weren't dead!" She whipped around to face me, her expression twisting into something vicious and triumphant. "Elara Renworth! Your plan just fell apart! Stellan's awake! He's alive! Just you wait. The moment he gets out of there, he'll throw you out like the garbage you are!" There were more thuds, louder now. The lid of the coffin shifted, pushed from the inside, and a gap appeared. A pale hand reached through the opening. Stellan Montclair was alive.

Haven’t gone through the codes book I decided to start tomorrow with the first code “the activation of the angel of death at the cemetery. The book described the angel of death as the wicked angel. The death angel is dumb and deaf. it doesn't have any sympathy for anyone. It operates when the opponent number ranges from thousand upwards. I commanded the astral mirror to wake me up when it is 12 midnight. In my sleep, I heard a loud noise of alarm I woke up and it was exactly 12 midnight. I wore my gown and vanished in the air to the cemetery. I knelt on the material crossed my hand and activated my spiritual eyes as the book has stated.