You Already Dead Novels & Stories

"You are dead." "Wait... what?" I looked up at her. "You're dead. We buried you right next to your parents. So unfortunately, you can't just go back," she repeated like she didn't just drop a bomb. Her voice was very nonchalant, that monotonous tone still there like she hadn't just killed me. "What do you mean I'm dead? I'm here. I'm standing here," I asked, wondering if maybe they were crazy or something. Or was I the crazy one?

"The pain you are feeling now is from your mate, he thinks that you are dead" " am I dead" I was bewildered " yes"

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

Then he makes a sound. Low. Short. Not a word. Something beneath where words live. The entire left flank folds inward like a hand closing. Maya’s grip tightens on the radio. Marcus makes another sound. Different. The formation opens. He is not relaying information. He is not telling them where the dead are. They already know where the dead are. Everyone with eyes, ears, or a functioning sense of doom knows where the dead are. He is doing something else. Something Maya has no useful word for.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

That bitch is dead! "You should thank me. Because now you can finally live happily with Carlos Fernandez, your true love, until death fetches you both" Kenzo said with a flat face, he stared at Bianca's body disgustedly. Kenzo took out a handkerchief from his pocket, then he wiped his hands as if they had been holding animal dung. After that, Kenzo looked back at the face of Bianca who had become a corpse, a lopsided smile on his lips. "And the two of you will join together in the ground!"

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

Try me more if you can. I was cursing a death god in my mind. The one who cursed us dead ones not to die and to give him armies of innocent souls. I just hope those kids were baptized and they will still have a chance by their god. Go fucking fight between each other for three souls you crazy shitty gods. Oh, he will be so mad. But she is worthy of all of that she is worthy of all my world, of a fucking war.

Evan tried to snatch the phone out my hand but it was way too late. That shit was already sent. I shoved the phone hard against my chest with a slow smile curling on my lips. “Oops.” “You are dead, Emily,” he snarled, voice low and venomous. I smirked, tilting my head as I stepped closer, looking him dead in his eyes with zero fear. “I died ten years ago, nigga. Tell me how you gon’ kill somebody who’s already dead?”

"I can't have you if you're alive, then I'll have you when you're dead." Now I understand what was it. That fucking bastard... Did he kept my head when I died?