Walking Dead Lori Died Novels & Stories

He wished to burn in front of her throne, His heart craved only her poison. *** Ryan Bane was the Alpha who was left with only two surviving members from his ancient pack . He consented to be the adopted son of the Mafia king as he resembled his dead father and also because he needed to blend into the twenty first century. He was ruthless, he was fierce, a rogue womanizing machine. *** Sherry was a child with a very disturbing past. She lived beside the dump yard with her dying father. *** One fated night the two meet again after what would be centuries. Ryan starts walking down the same path that he had sworn never to tread again. Towards that poison ivy which had caused the downfall of his entire empire.

After twenty-five years of trying to win over Gus Harding, I failed and died by his hand. But he didn't know that. He kept threatening, demanding I show myself immediately. The real heiress slapped him hard. "Genevieve is dead, and you didn't even care enough to see her one last time." Gus scoffed, claiming it was just another one of my tricks. Only when he saw my cold, lifeless body did he finally understand. I was gone for good. And this time, it drove him mad.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

Leo, my mate, wanted to spend Valentine's Day with Cheryl, his first love, on the night Victor and Vera, his parents, were abducted. But this time, instead of stopping him, I contacted the Werewolf Enforcement Bureau to help. After all, when I tried to stop him in the last life, Cheryl ended up dying a horrific death, her heart gouged out by the Feral Rogues, a group of werewolf gangsters. "You killed her! Cheryl wouldn't have died if it weren't for you!" Without hesitation, Leo threw me into a cave where a pack of hungry wolves tore through my body, along with the child I was about to bring into the world. "You don't deserve to live after what you've done… I'm going to stand here and watch you endure all the pain she felt as she died!" Surprisingly, rather than staying dead, I woke up on the exact day when Victor and Vera were abducted once more…

Caroline Thompson’s life came crashing down when her husband, Peter Lockwood, abandoned her alone in the delivery room to be with another woman.....her own twin sister, Cerene Thompson. Instead of walking out with a baby in her arms, Caroline left with a tiny coffin and a shattered heart. That tragic day was not the first time Peter had chosen Cerene. He had always run to her side whenever her asthma flared up, treating his wife’s twin with far more care and attention than he ever showed Caroline. He always left her alone in their cold, luxurious penthouse, where she never truly felt her own husband’s warmth. The day their baby died, something inside Caroline died as well. She had allowed him to choose Cerene time and again. Now, Caroline will do everything in her power to make Peter pay for all the pain he caused her. She was not just choosing revenge, she was aiming to expose all the deepest dark secrets, rise beyond the limit and upgrade herself. The best part? Peter had no idea how much he will crave the very same woman he tossed Aside. ***Trigger warning***Smut*18+*Mature content

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.

‎Amari Dawson has spent her whole life figuring out how to disappear. Locked in her room by a stepfather who sees her as less than nothing, she's survived by staying small, quiet, and out of the way. ‎Then the dead start walking, and disappearing is no longer a choice. ‎Thrown into the chaos of a city overrun by the rising, Amari finds herself navigating broken friendships, buried secrets, and a world that keeps demanding more from her than she thinks she has to give. But something is changing. In the world, and in her. The scratch on her arm that should have killed her didn't. The wounds that should hurt don't. And the veins creeping beneath her skin aren't going away. ‎Amari has always been told she's nothing. But she's starting to think they were wrong about her all along.

Since the death of Sean Cohen’s fiancé from a car accident, he was left torn and unable to pick himself up again. On the death anniversary of his fiancé, a fine lady who was seeking a job and who was on the verge of poverty applied to be his secretary. The moment Sean saw her, there was only one person that crossed his mind—his fiancé, who exactly looks like Dahlia Savedra.  It was like the dead rose up again.  As Sean met a woman who has the same face of his fiancé who died, would he be able to burn for her? Or only Dahlia will burn?  itsclarixass

ACADEMY OF THE DAMNED: BRIDE TO THE ABYSS. When I died, I did not expect to be haunted and chased by a group of people that called themselves the school for the dead. Wait? I died??? I do not think I am dead, but I had a NDE. Unfortunately, that means I belonged to the school of the damned now, a school where supernatural beings like fae, demons and witches attended and guess where it was located. In hell. So when I, Alexandria Nicole Thompson wound up in this school, I was an anomaly. Human. A human never became part of the damned, and the demons made it clear to me that I wasn't welcomed. I had to fight for my life every minute, from being spell bound, to being bitten by a raging vampire with a hard-on for me, and the fallen angel, cold and bitter, angry at everything in the world, yet I was drawn to him, and finally, there was Cassiel, next in line to be herald of a plane, a ruler of demons who hated me with every breath and declared me unwanted from the school. I had to grow a tough hide....or skin

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.