Regular Show Dead Novels & Stories

“Come on, Neriah. Don’t act so new. You married a Chadwick, remember? Dead bodies are practically a family tradition.” He wasn't lying but still I couldn't get myself to just act like this was normal. I stared at him, disgust and confusion battling for first place. “Denver, the last time I checked, you’re supposed to be dead.” He chuckled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Same as you, Neriah. Your loving husband just pronounced you dead on national television, remember?” I froze. Anger glazing every oxygen in my lungs. He'd watched the news.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

Jayden continued, "And the dried blood is a dead giveaway too.” "Leave it alone, you guys. Again, Grace uttered, "Let the dead rest in peace.” Vivian informed the others, "She's got a point." When Jayden's phone rang, he answered it. He waved the phone in front of his peers after he had finished speaking with the person at the other end of the line. “Sorry to spoil your discovery, guys, but we have to leave,” he told them. Almost time. We don't have much to offer. One of the boys responded,"

If they wanted a game, I'd go bigger. Stuart opened his mouth again, trying to corner me, and I cut him off. Calm. Flat. "Stop. If you really think Zoey's that skilled, let's prove it." The room went still. "Another public surgery," I said. "Full live broadcast. Same patient needs a second procedure anyway. Timing works." Then I turned to Zoey and met her eyes. "No problem, right?" She lifted her chin, all confidence. "Of course." Stuart freaked.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

Try to be in a group or pair. I grabbed the remote to change the channel as I got irritated. Out of nowhere, Breaking News has scrolled on the screen. What now?? A murder in broad daylight. Three people discovered a dead body in a public area, and this time it was a make. Did the killer strike again?? Is anyone safe?? The room was silent; you could hear the remote drop on the floor. I couldn't believe the picture that they showed. "Holy shit."

Changed? Really? He just realized? Camila's smile didn't waver. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger at her own face. "Oh, this? Yeah, turns out getting dumped and then nearly dying tends to shake things up a bit. Who knew, right?" "He was referring to how cruel you've become, Camila," Madison chimed in. "I know he hurt you, cheated, but that... that didn't warrant death. You're talking like you wouldn't give a fuck if he was dead or you'd gloat over his corpse. He almost died, Camila; we were scared as fuck, and now you're..." She stopped herself, looking away, her eyes welling up with tears.

His palm on my back does nothing to soothe my fraying nerves. Tyler is dead. Tyler is dead. Tyler. He is dead. Dead. Oh God. Oh God. This is bad. This is worse than if he showed up to kidnap me again. I will actually take that over this. Oh God. How can he be dead? Dead? Just like that.

"Am I dead?" Richard’s voice was a dry rasp. He didn't move. He couldn't. His chest felt like it had been packed with hot lead. The infirmary smelled of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of the mercury serum I’d pumped into his veins. "Not yet." I didn't look up from the tablet. My fingers swiped across the glass. "But you’re the most famous corpse on the planet. Congratulations." "Joshua. Look at me."