What Dead May Never Die Novels & Stories

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

“To which?” Maya manages the smallest, worst smile. “Both.” Denise closes her eyes for one second. When she opens them, she is not comforted. She is recalculating. “Right,” she says. A clean cut. Outside, laughter rises near the wash station. Then Aaron’s voice, too bright: “Dead once, leads twice.” A few people laugh. Someone repeats it. Dead once, leads twice. Oh, hell. Maya is out the curtain before Pete can stop her.

"When you're in danger, crush it and toss it out. It'll turn into a cloud of mist. The target will start hallucinating and go berserk before eventually dying from his blood vessels rupturing." Holding the pill, Damian couldn't help but chuckle at May. "You seem quite worried about me." May flushed scarlet as she swiftly said, "Don't overthink it! I just don't want to let you die at someone else's hand. If you do, how else am I going to get my chance to chop your hands off, gouge out your eyes, and stomp on your manhood?" Damian pocketed the pill before raising his brows at May. "Regardless of your motives, thanks."

Lara said again. May smiled. "If that's the case, then be rest assured that Amby is a dead meat already. I don't understand why she is still alive, but I'm sure those bastard babies in her are dead or will soon be dead as I had been feeding her with the wolf bane so she can lose her pregnancy." May exclaimed and Lara gasped, but she quickly started laughing, so May won't suspect her. "But why?" Lara asked. "I want her to lose everything before I will finally kill her. I want to give her the most painful death ever." May answered, her eyes beaming with so much hatred.

In love that transcends death. Just like Rachel. Just like Sienna. Just like everyone who shaped this impossible family. The dead are honored. The living continue. And love survives everything. Always. Forever. Complete.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

" I asked, staring at him in bewilderment. Malcolm flew into a rage at this. He grabbed my chin roughly and snarled, "Still trying to play dumb with me, Amara Langford? The Langford family's secret formula—the one that reverses aging. "It's classified as a top national secret—the longevity formula that's only passed down to sons, never daughters. If it weren't for that formula, why would I have bothered pretending with you for so long? "Your brother, your nephew—they all died because of your family's stubbornness. And now, your son's life is in my hands.

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie