Talk Back You're Dead Mga Nobela at Kwento

the computer-like voice said from nowhere. "What are you talking about?" I didn't sign up for this? right? "Remember the last moment before you died?" I can't help but raise my eyebrow. "Oh? So, I indeed died?" It didn't need to clarify that fact, it just unconsciously confirmed my question Intelligence Entity: "..." "I'm dead, right?" As far as I remember, I died. "Not really. Your body is dead together with your world but your soul is very much alive." I remain alert as I asked again, "Why did you call me like that? Host letter-number thingy?" Is it a thing now? Calling someone strange names?

Matt said with some stupid gesticulation. "Yes fella, soon you gonna have uncontrollable muscle contractions and convulsion, at that point, you definitely know that the end is near." Nick added “you know I’m going to go to your funeral and I will give sweet tributes of the mighty Alpha Titan” he added while I smiled weakly listening to him talk. "You both like to talk huh, I am beginning to believe that you like the sound of your voice, but I assure you, before the day is over. One of you and not me will be dead" I said through excruciating pain.

I'll find another way' I made to close our chat window when a new message popped in immediately, 'Wait! Another followed, 'Sofia, is it truly you? I thought you were dead, tell me something to believe it's Soffy' I scoffed and typed out speedily, 'I'm truly dead, I just came back to ask for one request... Delete my browser history. I got some traumatizing porn content'

TW: mention of cases and different crimes That's not true. I won't believe that! He's not dead! "Take back what you said, Jennifer. He's not dead, he can't be," I solemnly whispered. Depressive and heavy breaths were released in emptiness. It's too heavy on my chest and it seems like I can't handle the feeling at any time. "Take it back!" "My husband isn't dead yet. How can you say that to me?!" I scolded. It was as if something was blocking my throat because I couldn't breathe properly, the weight was heavy to feel. It felt like it was repeatedly and relentlessly punching my chest.

I am dead…. ****

“Angel is dead. So there you go a reason to go wild and do what you what to do.” The words hit like a gunshot. My legs nearly gave out. “What… what did you say?” “I said,” he repeated calmly, “she’s dead. And you can scream. You can talk. You can expose whatever you want.” He leaned closer and spoke while staring at me in the eyes. “If you make it out of here..alive".

“Bella, please… you can’t do this to me. I was wrong. I was wrong.” I pressed my hand to his cheek, wishing—aching—for him to feel it. If only you’d admit you cared about me while I was alive. If only I could’ve heard it then. But nothing could go back to how it was. The brother who loved me was finally back—and I was too dead to ever hold him again.

River said. “I don’t have to; I don’t want to either.” Death said. “I only listen to my friends and you’re not one of them anymore, liar.” He said put his gun down and walk back to walk his car living River there in shock on what he said. “F*CK!”

Ford's POV Icy water filled my lungs as my consciousness faded into darkness. "Alpha! Alpha!" Someone was dragging me, pulling me back from the brink of death. I opened my eyes to see the frantic faces of the rescue crew. "Don't save me," I pushed them away, my voice a raw whisper. "Let me die here." "Alpha, you can't give up!" my Beta yelled, grabbing my arm. "The pack needs you!" Needs me? I murdered my Luna. What right did I have to live?

“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.”