What Happens In As Good As Dead Novels & Stories

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

She looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, and then she saw it - a figure lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Kiara's heart raced as she got out of her car and approached the figure cautiously. As she got closer, she realized that the figure was a man, pale and lifeless. She knelt down beside him, trying to see if he was still breathing, but it was too late - he was already dead. Suddenly, the man's eyes opened, and Kiara screamed as he lunged at her, biting her neck. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. She felt her life slipping away as he sucked the blood from her veins, and then everything went black.

It was a stark reminder of the depths of her betrayal and the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her twisted goals. The sight of that large sum of money fueled a surge of anger within me. It was a stark reminder of the cold, calculated nature of the individuals involved in this deadly game. They valued human life so little that they were willing to pay a small fortune to snuff it out without a second thought.

For a piece glass got lodged right in his throat. Alex collaspsed to the floor, with bright crimson blood shooting from his neck. He was confused as to what just happened, a minute ago he was making resolutions on how he would live in the moment. And now? Well Nigga be sure doing something other than living at the moment. "Life is a joke" alex thought as the light in his eyes dimmed. Alex Anderson was dead. At least he thought he was.

He answers the phone, and the first thing that I ask him is, “Where are those idiots? Samwell, Bryant, and Goodman. Where are they?” I hear him scratching the back of his head before he says, “Oh, well I have bad news, Alpha. They’re gone.” I frown. “What the fuck does that mean?” “They were in a car accident last night,” he informs me. “I had to identify their bodies just this morning. I’m coming to you now with the report.” My blood runs cold. What? How is it possible that they’re dead!? I ask him, “And you don’t know if they’d gotten a certain job done before they died?”

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

And weirdly, everyone there looked like they were dressed for something big. It wasn't until Edmond and Philip followed the van—our bodies inside, heading to the crematorium—that it hit me. Keyla had paid. Our story was over. I watched as my body, once alive and full of dreams, slid into the cremation chamber. Minutes later, it was just ash. Edmond scooped it into a small bottle and took me home. Philip did the same for Ariel. When Edmond knelt and bowed in front of me, I finally felt peace.

THREE DAYS LATER.. It was Alessia's supposed wedding day and Bryan hasn't muttered a word since he woke up. “We'll dispose her body in the river after the molding has been done” Those words of Stephen's uncle haunted Bryan all through the night, he couldn't sleep a wink and as if the heavens weren't on his side, Alessia's image didn't leave his head all through. “How could you be this cruel, intending to have the body of a billionaire's daughter rot in a river?” a part of him didn't stop reminding and stabbing him with its whispers.

Jack got on the ground to check on the man and found a little amount of the toxic fluid in his body. At this point, he knew they probably walked into a trap. He slowly turned around to face everyone. " He is dead ". " Huh? ", Ashley found him unbelievable and got on his knees to check on the man. Unlike what Jack said, the man was breathing properly and his pulse was perfectly fine. There was no way this man was dead. " He is breathing, he is not dead ", Ashley announced. " He is dead ", Zack didn't back off from his original statement. " He is just like all those refugee troupes who have been targeted by the unknown enemy. He might look alive, but in reality, he is not ", He broke the news

"Not just this thing. The smell. Under the rot." I've been choking on the rot. I push past it. And there it is. The same wrongness that was carved into the birch. I study the thing we killed. I’ve seen enough dead to know the stages of decomposition. This didn't die Tuesday with a cute phone in its pocket. "It's old," I say. "Been dead a long time." Dax goes still. "The ones going missing," he says slowly. "They're disappearing alive." "Yeah." "So this isn't one of them."