Uglydolls #lou Death Novels & Stories

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Lola pointed at everyone that she knew were spies and as she did, the Death lord killed them immidately not giving them any chance to utter a word. After killing twelve maids, he stabbed Lola slowly with a smirk on his face. Ella placed her palm on her mouth covering them for making any sound. She felt like crying, the blood she was seeing were not good for her health, the situation hurt her and although she knew they were spies, she was scared. "Let it be known to the world, the Death lord is very much alive and will not let any perpetrator survive. "Letting them live to tell their story has given them the audacity to think they'd survive as soon as soon as they come in."

Tracy said. "Talk to us, my child. What is the matter?" Mrs Briggs also said. "She is dead. He killed her." Louisa finally broke her silence as tears flow down her face. "Dead? Who is dead?" Tracy asked and held Louisa’s chin and turned her head to look into her eyes. "Who is dead? Say something, Louisa. " Tracy insisted. "My client. Mrs Anderson." Louisa revealed. "Wait, what? The same lady who invited you to the Golden Moon nightclub?" Tracy asked as her hands began to shake.

Lydo whispered to him. He flicked around. He was shocked seeing her. “You’re not real,” he said. “I’m real,” she grinned. “Let him go, Zuka.” Zuka slowly unhands the barman as he switched his gaze to Lydo. “You’re dead,” he mutters. “That’s right,” Lydo lowered her head expressing sadness. She raised her head casting a stone face gaze at Zuka. “You allowed me to die! It’s your fault!” she yelled in an enraged voice.

All I could see as I sat there was her lifeless face staring up at me. A faint chuckle roused me from my thoughts, echoing maliciously off the stone. Across the cell, Yuri sat, his smirk unyielding—a viper basking in the poison of his own making. My promise whispered in the confines of solitude echoed fiercely in my mind: if death were to be my fate, I would drag Yuri down with me. I would kill him with my own hands and enjoy watching the life drain from him.

Kent’s POV MY DELILAH “We return to this damned L.A., and in less than two days, we already have a badly battered body to dispose of,” Louis sighed for the millionth time since he returned to the dark room and saw the lifeless, battered body of the bastard lying at my feet. “Well, he had it coming when he tried that nonsense. Anyone who gloats like that after harassing a woman deserves the worst form of death possible. He’s lucky he died so quickly,” I muttered.

“Kam did the same for me, but I didn’t take him up on it. Did the two of you even watch the movie?” Kimia smacked me with her pillow. “Of course we watched the movie!” “Oh really. Then who died?” Kimia went silent. I grinned and smacked her with my pillow. “Well?” “I’m thinking!” She was silent for almost a minute before she could think of a character death I’d accept. “Loki. It had to have been Loki. He always dies. He dies more than the guys on Supernatural.” I snorted. “Nobody dies more than Supernatural characters die. And I know you’re guessing.”

Alicia was also beside them. “Don't you ever do that again!” Lora said, holding back her sobs to let her words be heard. The strong-willed cocky girl Alicia knew was no longer existent. Lora was now crying uncontrollably, showing everyone she too had a soft side, and her cockiness was just an act masking her personality. “Wha...what, happened?!” “Kid. I don't know how but….you were dead. For three whole hours!” Slejj said, with a shaken look distorting his face.

"I've never felt more ALIVE!" "We need to take you to a doctor—" Who? "Someone with areas of expertise in this." Ah! So that's where the little bitch had been the whole time, "Skulking in the shadows, I see!" "She's been here the whole time, sissy." My lily of the valley! Oh, the song in my heart! The only one who understood me! Lilia was still perfect—little ringlets, white dress, shinned patent leather white shoes—she'd gotten her doll's head back from the corpse of that miserable c*nt Maud. She hadn't even screamed when the bitch's throat had been slit. Or, so I was told. I had been upstairs—