The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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I die on my wedding night. When Zachary Gordon receives a call from the police asking him to identify my body, he snorts disdainfully. "Who cares whether she's dead? I'll be there for the funeral." "We're not joking, Mr. Gordon. You should come down here." He glances at the woman in his arms as a hint of impatience flickers in his eyes. "Fine."

I reach for the door handle, the cold metal biting into my skin as I press my thumb against the latch. Before I can pull the door open, Cade's arm shoots out from behind me, slamming it shut. My body jolts, my heart leaping into my throat as I feel the heat of his body against my back. He lowers himself to me, his breath fanning my ear. "Are you walking out on me again, Elysian?” A shaky breath parts my lips, the hair on the back of my neck standing on its ends. "I never walked out on you, Cade…" My voice falters, betraying me. "Don't lie to me." His tone is aggressive. "I told you a long time ago never to walk away from me again. Are you always so careless?” I try to swallow, but my throat is too tight. "I'm sorry," I manage, the words barely audible. "You said that already," he challenges me, warning me to choose my next words carefully. But I can't. I can't think. I can't move. As his grip on the door tightens, I realize he's not giving me a choice. ⊰ Heartprints in the Void ⊱ My name is Elysian Reign, and I'm not extraordinary. His name is Cade Sinclair, and unlike me, he is extraordinary. At the age of 25, he inherited billions from his trillionaire father—David Sinclair. You never imagine that the love of your life's own father would manipulate his son's life to get rid of you—even if it means forcing him into an experimental hypnosis treatment. After three years, you'd think I'd have learned my lesson. You'd think I would've changed my identity and left the country after walking in on my first day at my new and finding out that Cade is now my boss.

Maliya was 6 years old when her mother was ambushed and killed by some rogue wolves right before her very eyes and her uncle, Alpha Kevin, did nothing to help. After she was declared dead, he accused her of his sister’s death, imprisoned and tortured her all her life. WILL SHE EVER GET HER FREEDOM AND LIVE HER LIFE OR DIE A PRISONER?

A year ago, twenty eight year old Lisa Armstrong Reed 'princess of Oakenville', lost her husband, Keith. And now, she just got invited to her aunt's wedding at Miami. Determined to forget her dead husband for good, Lisa takes a chance at a holiday and hops into the next available flight to the Florida city, in anticipation for a well-deserved vacation. What she doesn't expect is to find herself in the same room with Keith's handsome, half naked brother for whom she harbours a yearlong crush! Damien Reed 'kinda kissed' his brother's wife last year, and she shut him out almost immediately. Now with his brother dead, and Lisa miraculously turns up as a bridesmaid at his friend's wedding, he's more than prepared to let her know how he feels about her. When a simple wedding getaway turns to a war zone, with stalkers and greeting cards claiming to be from Keith, wyill the two finally find a happily ever after together or is a second chance at romance too hot to handle? [Cover design by Mikael]

Five years ago, Jane Lawson's perfect world shattered. Betrayed by her husband, manipulated by her own family, and left for dead after a devastating accident, she thought she had lost everything-until fate intervened. Now, she's back, not as the naive girl everyone once underestimated but as a fierce, unstoppable billionaire. Love. Betrayal. Revenge. A game of power where hearts and fortunes are at stake.

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?

The journey to hell starts with the happiness within our smiley face, unexpected the fear after. The place that we've to expect as paradise was wrong cause there is no paradise after our first step and the sad part there is no turning back after you enter the gate of mystery and fear. We've locked in this place and we don't know what we will gonna go to, we're like screaming dead and no one listens.

Elara Ramirez was once at the peak of fame—adored, successful, and fulfilling her dream of being a top model. But a betrayal changed everything. His name was dragged into the scandal, his career was ruined, and he was left drowning in debt. Desperate to survive, she is forced to make a deal with Marco Lopez, a powerful and ruthless man who holds the key to her survival. Marco offers her a way out, paying off her debts, but at a cost—one that binds her to him in a way she never expected. As Elara moves into Marco's world, she is caught between her desperation and the dangerous attraction that develops between them. Is Marco truly her savior, or is she walking into a deal that will cost her more than she bargained for? Trapped in a life she never imagined, Elara must navigate a web of power, secrets, and emotions. Will she find a way out, or will she lose herself to Marco's control?

“Why does he always look so dirty?” Amara says making a face. I turn and look in the direction she’s facing and my heart beats faster. Leo is walking across the school parking lot to the school entrance. Leo has his down, he is a pair of jeans that are weathered. He paired it with a long white T-shirt and hoodie. I don’t see any dirt on him but maybe Amara has extra-ray vision. Maybe she can see something we don’t. “He doesn’t look dirty” Gea says and giggles. I want to say exactly but I don’t, whenever we talk about boys it always ends up in a fight. And I don’t want to fight today, we have tests today and I need good vibes only.