What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

May supported Alexa. I mean I have mentioned it a couple of times, but I bet its nothing but just a coincidence. “OMG, guys come here fast” Clara suddenly said, and we went to her side. They were two cement coffins next to one another. The other one was empty. when my eyes landed on the second one I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Its me, or should I say that its Scarlet, “she died centuries ago, why does she still look the same? She isn’t bones and worms” David said.

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“No, he didn’t. You did. And you will destroy her.” “No.” I shook my head. “Never.” “What about me, Nate? We were forever, and now we’re never. The only similarity is ever. Life isn’t guaranteed, but ever is always there. Ever is the catalyst for life and death. At any time, in any way.” “I won’t. Lila will be fine.” “Lila will be dead.” “Don’t say that!” I screamed and grabbed her by the arms. “Don’t you ever fucking say that again. She will live, even if I have to die.”

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Clear and unmistakable. Charlotte Dean. Certificate of Death. The words blurred as tears filled his eyes. “No…” his voice broke as he shook his head violently. “No! I don’t believe this. I don’t believe any of this!” His knees buckled suddenly, his strength giving way beneath him. Marcel moved quickly, catching him before he could hit the ground, holding him upright. “No! This is fake,” Nathan cried, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “Charlotte can’t be dead. She can’t!”

If you do not cancel the charges, I will make sure that your husband doesn’t see another day. Maya: Ahh, you want to kill my husband? Well, go ahead and try it. Do you really think that you can scare me off? Line 2: You are just a pathetic young girl who knows nothing. Maya: I’m glad you called me pathetic, but then if I was that pathetic and you could walk all over me, why did you call me? Line 2: Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Zion will die today. A dead guy tells no tale.

He wondered if they lived the kind of life where they played and sang and did normal things after he was finished obsessing about dead children. “Don’t give up.” He stopped drumming. Her gaze pinned on his like a holiday brooch. “Don’t give up,” he said again, and the gravity in his voice gave her something. Hope. Fire. Something. Whatever it was, it nourished her and fed the frenzy that was swarming in her head. “You asked about DNA.” His voice was telling her that he was speaking in layers. Words under words. Meanings twined in and out. This is important, his voice was telling her, although his actual words were benign.