They’ll Take My Heart Over My Dead Body นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Making everyone you love think you’re dead.” I blinked, confused. “What… what are you talking about?” He grinned, and it was the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen. “I’ll let them think you’re dead. When they wake up, they’ll find your lifeless body. They’ll break, just like you did over your mother.” My heart was beating against my chest. “No… you wouldn’t…” “Oh, but I would.” He chuckled darkly. “When they wake up, they’ll be too weak to know the difference. They’ll mourn you. They’ll be devastated. And you’ll be gone. Forever.”

He held his arms out wide as he walked amongst the bodies around him, dripping his virus onto their dissolved remains. Neeb rushed up the levels, to begin pushing the bodies over the edge. Their heads shattering against the stripped bones below did nothing to deter Cosmo. He chose his path carefully and muttered to himself as he dripped life back into those who had it stolen from them. “The dead do not betray me” he chanted, as the bodies around him twitched “lift your broken souls from the debris. Trust my stolen heart, kill those who tore you apart.” I heard someone gasp in a lungful of the poisonous air, before another’s mouth fell open; their teeth breaking into pointed shards.

I hastily move closer with indistinct chatter roaming in my ears. My eyes grasps the sight of five dead bodies on the ground. Blood all over and massive wholes around the axis of their chest where the heart is. “It is clear the heart eater has done this” Kyle mutters by my side. My eyes pepperish and my fist clenched with my claws piercing my palms. “This has to stop now!“ I growl huskily…

Over my dead body will I stay with him. Demon can have my luggage.

A dead body. ###

I couldn't help trembling when I saw her pale face. There seemed to be a hole torn open in my chest, with cold air howling through it. My little Charlotte. She was so young. How could she be gone? I reached out to touch her cold little face. I called out her name repeatedly, hoping against hope that she'd wake up and speak to me again. Just then, Charles staggered in. "Charlotte! Charlotte, Daddy's here!" When he saw Charlotte's body, he tried to rush forward, but I stood in front of the bed, refusing to let him get closer to Charlotte.

he murmurs at the height of his passion. I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, 'body but me, 'body but us.

In my panic and desperation, I found myself hugging the leg of what appeared to be their boss, clinging to him like a child to a parent. "Don't leave me here! I'm afraid of ghosts!" I cried out, my voice muffled against his leg. The sight of those bodies, the reality of violent death, had shattered what little composure I had left. In my traumatized state, the dead men seemed like they might rise at any moment, seeking revenge on the living. "Fuck," the man cursed, rubbing his temples in obvious irritation. I didn't let go of his leg, my grip tightening with my fear.

The day after I died, my body was dumped in the wilderness. The monkey-faced man held up a cooler, his grin stretching wide. "We're rich! This girl's organs are all in perfect condition." My soul drifted above the scene, weightless and powerless, staring at my tragic fate. I had no idea how it had come to this. I only wanted to sell a kidney—just one, enough to cover Grandma's surgery. I thought I would fade away forever, but in the blink of an eye, I was back—standing beside Quinn Hoffman.