Talk Back And You Re Dead Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This is between me and Charity…” “She’s already dead. What’s there left between you and her? Don’t talk to a dead person about your issues with her. You can only talk to the people who’re alive.”

"At that time, the god who heard my regrets took pity on me, and I came back to life to live in peace. That's why I took revenge on you. I want to know why I had to in the first place." "Are you crazy?!" Debbie snapped. "You came back to life?! What kind of delusion is that?!" "It's real, that's why I'm here talking to you like this. I'm not your brother so I tried to stay out of your way but you just had to fuck with me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cold and accusatory. "Why the hell do you keep talking about things that never happened?" Debbie asked, her voice shaky. "It's driving me—"

The girls, Ameliah, and Dead Dom: “So everybody just saw the dead guy sit up and started talking right? Because I hit the ground pretty hard so I might be hallucinating.” Ji'lahni whispered as she stared at the dead man. “Hell yea we saw and heard him blow up that lady's entire life. When they said the dead will talk, I know damn well this isn't what they meant.” Lucky whispered. Dyelon and Montego stood stock still staring at Dom for what seemed like minutes but it was more likely a minute or less. Both Dyelon and Montego turn to Trixie who was speechless for the first time. She knew what they wanted to know from her, but she dreaded confirming what the dead man said. She couldn't form the

The room fell into absolute silence. Old Joe slid off his chair, clutching his ear, shaking. “Next time,” I said calmly, blowing lightly across the barrel, “the bullet goes through your forehead.” My tone was as casual as if I were discussing the weather. “The Corleone family has no room for parasites. Either you return what you stole tenfold, or you keep Luca company.” I looked around the table slowly. “You have three days.” After that, I stood and walked out. Behind me, the conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Looking at Luke Gilbert, our arrogant school heartthrob, the gruesome scene of my past life flashed before my eyes. A gang of escaped convicts had brutally assaulted my brother, Jake Drew, and me right in front of our parents. They left us in a pool of our own blood with our intestines spilling out. Then, as Jake and I screamed in horror, they slowly slit our parents' throats. Before the final flames consumed me, I heard one of them spit, "Serves you right. That's what you get for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

I said in a voice only him could hear. "Is that really you, Neilla?" His voice still held skepticism and I couldn't blame him either. "Were you expecting some other person?" I tried to throw in a bit of lighthearted humor to dispell the awkwardness that came from him still staring in disbelief. Not to forget, the noticeable distance he kept several feet away from me like I had some communicable disease. "B-but, you're dead. You died. All those years ago." The words rang out aloud like a broken bell in my head, all other noises immediately coming to a cease. I had to look at Annabella behind me who was just as shell shocked by the news as I was. Something felt terribly wrong.

Alice Anderson I've been hearing two familiar voices, dad and Ken yelling and screaming at each other in anger. I could hear the agony also in Ken's voice but why can't I open my eyes? Why can't I just find my voice? Why am I feeling sharp pain down at my side stomach? Why can't I move? Am I dead? What happened to me? Can someone just talk to me or make me understand what's going on? I don't know if I'm still dead or alive. Does the dead hear words? Because I can clearly hear everything dad and Ken are both talking about.

I don't care if you say so I don't care if you have me killed but you should know that once am dead no one would be able to break that curse again and you know what will happen when you become barren ,you would lose your pack and you won't have a child to call you father ,you would a lonely and boring life ,I promise you that . the hard smack that I fekt on my checks made me spit out blood . I fell to the ground and groan out in pains . "You want to die right , then I would make that dream of yours cone true , I'm making you my slave ,I think you will be good dead because the thought of you being alive is making my skin crawl ,I just wabt you dead "he said and the moment he finished s

My husband, Matteo Bellini, runs New York's underworld. Everyone said I hit the jackpot when he married me. On our wedding night, right after we made love, he brought in Aria. She was a custom-made AI maid worth millions. Matteo said she had the most advanced lie-detector system in the world. One lie, and I would pay. He kissed me. "My mother betrayed my father. He told me women are all liars. I want to believe you're different, but you have to prove it." From that day on, Aria became my living nightmare. Every time she said I was lying, I got punished. Even when I told the absolute truth. It was always hard slaps and the cold water cell. I cried and begged him. I swore I would never betray

While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?" Zachary kept me company during my unborn child's burial. Then, he brought me home. Peter was crouched at my door, waiting for us. I rolled my eyes at him. I questioned, "What are you doing here?" He fell to his knees and begged, "Let's talk in private. I won't bother you anymore moving forward." Helplessly, I pointed toward a café some distance away and said, "Let's go there." Peter fixed his eyes on me as I drank my cup of coffee. He remained silent.