Sans Bones Novels & Stories

I say, reliving my bullshit weekend out loud. "Here, I brought you something," Selah says. She hands me half a sub sandwich. It's a meat lover's Italian sub. "No thanks," I say. Selah shoves the sandwich into my mouth. "What the hell, Selah?" I yell. "Eat something. You look like a damn corpse," Selah says. "I'm fine," I lie. I know Selah loves me. But my stress goes beyond the skin. I'm hurt down to my core. No sub sandwich will fix a damaged, broken, fucked up me.

Sane couldn’t help but gasp the moment he touched her cheek, causing the girl to blink at him in confusion. Her skin felt cold against his touch, but her skin didn’t feel like a corpse’s. It just felt like someone who was alive, but was physically cold. That was when he remembered that she was only walking barefoot. It was either she was already used to the cold, or she had no choice either way. More questions flooded inside his mind because of that.

By then I was already raising my voice and making a scene so I did the only thing that wouldn't make me lose it completely and punched the wall beside me repeatedly till Mike had to drag me and my bloodied hand away from the wall. " Get it together Jake. All this is nobody's fault and we both know it though I agree we haven't been handling this the best way and I'm sorry she's lying there fighting for her life but doing this isn't helping anyone. Let's just hope and pray she gets through this then we start rectifying all our mistakes but firstly get that hand cleaned up, you wouldn't want her seeing you like that." I nodded my head once getting his point took a deep breath to calm myself. "

he answered, referring to the plague where a virus literally sucked up people's blood, leaving them dry, body and bones, in a span of weeks. "You're a horrible person," another sensation came up, and I puked on the bowl again. Noah laughed a little harder this time, and I was starting to take offense. "C'mon Elle belle let's get you back to your room," Noah wiped my face with a wet face towel he got somewhere, and then tried to scoop me. "Tried" because he failed right after two seconds. "Jesus Eli, you might wanna try losing a few pounds," he joked in between chuckles.

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

Out here, no one seems to know much about the supernaturals outside of werewolves. We begin trying on dresses. Over the next couple of hours everyone decides on dresses of various colors. I’ve just tried on the dress that I think I want, a simple, sleeveless, white flowy dress with rhinestones around the top and bottom of the breasts, when I hear the squeal of my twin sisters from the main shopping area. “There are more of you?” Melanie asks, having been helping me with my dresses. “Just a few more, unless they’ve brought the pups.” I hear Mom, Aunt Grace, and Aunt Cara all begin to coo and I know that the pups are here too.

This second wave completely severed his connection to his powers, leaving him defenseless. Valle’s heart pounded in his chest. He could barely move. Then, a familiar scent hit his nose, cutting through the fog of weakness—a mix of sandalwood and musk. Leonard. Despite his condition, Valle focused on the smell. He knew Leonard was nearby. If he could just find him, he could prove to Myra that Leonard wasn’t who she thought he was. But the two men had other plans.