The Lovely Bones Novels & Stories

His razor-sharp teeth tore the flesh and chewed the muscle, his body growing plump as he feasted on her guilt. She screamed and tried to get away. But she couldn’t move. The angry Nameless Dead drew near, a pile three hundred thousand deep worming her way in a line four miles long. At the end of the hall, Madame’s skeleton carefully stood. In the dusty red light, Lucky could see the flesh grow. Pale and white, it slithered from the bone and snapped around her limbs, reaching up to her neck and the smooth of her skull. The kimono fell and rose as the darkness pumped fetid air into her dry lungs. Fingers stretched. The head circled on the neck. Hands rose to find the black wig with the high bu

After hanging up the phone, Aurum picked up the binoculars again and looked toward the beach. Coincidentally, he saw Shawn lift up the female corpse and leave the beach step by step. Every step Shawn took was so heavy. What was worse than death was the complete loss of hope. Aurum sighed, turned and left. In a small village thousands of miles away, Gale returned the phone to Zoe and smiled slightly. Her complexion was quite rosy and quiet, very gentle and elegant, with a bit of maternal glow. "I'm making chicken soup. Gale, you can drink it right away. Do you want to watch TV? I'll put on a show for you. Your room is too quiet, so it needs to be lively," Zoe said enthusiastically.

Some were on the desks and some were half complete, some looked completely finished. I walk up to one in particular, it was of a beautiful woman. Her legs were pulled to her chest and her head rested on her knees while she looked out a window. She had long blonde hair that laid down the side of her body and beautiful grey eyes. I couldn’t tell if she was sad or hurt. But I just loved it. “I love this one.” I say grazing it with the tips of my fingers. It spoke to me, in a way an art piece never has before.

"Linda, what do you think?" Amber asked as she twirled around. Loving her new dress. A white skater dress with puffed sleeves. There were floral designs of a lily on the dress. "You look absolutely stunning, dear!" Linda said with a sparkle in her eyes. "Thanks. I should go now. Where is the box?" Linda gave her a box wrapped in a bento-like cloth. Amber placed it inside a lunch bag and made sure everything was complete.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

Her veil was nowhere in sight and she was humming a gentle melody and her doll-like frame moved softly. He gulped, noticing the tight knot of the apron on her waist. Delicate.

That day, I was checking the newly collected pelts in the storehouse when a burst of shouting erupted outside. When I stepped outside, I found Sophia flanked by several warriors loyal to Eddie. They had surrounded my maid, Lena Baker. "You thief! You're stealing the pack's resources, huh?" Sophia shrieked, jabbing a finger at the bundle in Lena's hands. "These are rare herbs! Were you planning to hand them over to the Lunar pack's envoy?" Lena's face drained of color, and she trembled uncontrollably. "I didn't steal anything! Luna Chloe told me to bring it. It's a gift for the Lunar pack's envoy. It was all reported and approved!"

She was a murderer, a monster that deserved worse than this. “You don’t deserve this,” A voice came, followed by the scent of roses to soothe away her pains. She blinked, a lady of immeasurable beauty appearing before her. She was dressed in a large cloak yet her skin shone brighter than the moon, her eyes like two golden fires set ablaze. She had hair so dark it looked blue under the dimmed light and her lips were perfectly shaped into a warm smile. “Amber,” She called, a warmth bubbling in Amber’s chest.

A month after my remains were discarded, an old woman found my bones. When the police rushed to the scene, they were shocked by what they saw. The forensic expert, Dr. John had a grim expression as he examined the scene. Then, he said solemnly, "The victim appears to be a female between the ages of 15 and 20. She seemed to have died about a month ago. "The bones here are from the skull and legs, so this might be one of the several crime scenes. The bones have been subjected to intense trauma, and the whitened bones were not naturally decomposed. Rather, the killer likely used a small knife to strip the flesh.

"A name. Not yours. Not his. The name of the stray dog that used to sleep under the porch of the old bakery. The one with the notched ear." "You’ve got to be kidding me," Elara hissed. She scrambled into the vent, the cold metal biting into her knees as she crawled into the dark. "People are dying upstairs, and you want to talk about a fucking dog?" "The name, Elara. Or the door stays locked." "Bones. Its name was Bones. John used to steal scraps of bacon from the kitchen to feed it." The line went silent for three agonizing seconds. Then, a low, distorted chuckle crackled through the speaker. "Correct. Proceed to the junction. And Elara? Watch your back. The King isn't the only one hunting