Talk Back And You Re Dead Novels & Stories

He shook her like prey, years of shame and rage exploding through his teeth. Nearby wolves froze at the sounds. "He's killing her!" "It's James! He tore that bitch to shreds!" The patrol tackled him, chained and snarling. That was the last time James ever saw the sky. *** The news hit while I was with Lillian. Leon stood next to me, voice low. "James is dead. Died in prison." I blinked once. "Mm." Lillian came skipping over, eyes wide. "Mommy, why are you crying?"

He came back from another one of his around the world business meetings to come and talk to me, /// "I know we don't always talk much, the first time we met, I knew exactly why you were in danger, because you are beautiful, and many people want you as theirs, when you and Alec went out and came back and were hurt, I hate seeing you get hurt, please don't leave, I bonded with you tending to your injuries, if you die, I will never be able to help you with your injuries, and we will never joke about again. Come back to us Dahlia, come back to us please" // "I want you to hear this, but the nurse said you probably wouldn't, unless you've been hearing us the whole time, which is crazy because tha

he said “The dead does speak, you just have to find a way to speak to them I don’t know how much time I can give you because right now, I am not the one you should be talking to. It is Annabelle and I don’t think you or anybody can talk her out of killing him” Alex said

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

He had been waiting outside, hoping that Death would get an answer. "No response?" Zach asked. Death slammed his hands onto his desk, knocking the echo holder over, and cracking the wood beneath his hands. Zach flinched. "You can go visit Amakell. We'll be fine here." He said shakily. Death placed the holder upright and put the echo back in it. "We can communicate across the world. I shouldn't have to visit him personally. He should answer the FUCKING CALL!" Death yelled the last part so loud the room seemed to shake.

“I’ll leave you like this but I have a quick announcement. There’s a ticking time bomb in your body. If I die, you die next. Don’t try to act funny by getting it out, or else you and the one trying to get it out dies instantly.” Trenton said in a gentle tone but it was contrast to what he felt inwardly.

“If you miss, im dead if you do not hit it, I am dead.” Rick's hands started to sweat, and his heart began to race, “would now be a good time to tell you I have Ophidiophobia,” “Rick listen to me; you are going to shoot this thing if you miss; we both dead; you won't survive a day out here alone without me.”

Elias asks, head tilted. I smile again, a secret burning behind my teeth. “To remind the world that sometimes, the dead don’t stay buried.” And as I watch the last light of the city shimmer through the window, I whisper to myself, “Jake Donovan... I’m back.”

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 � �𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. – 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment.