You Already Dead 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.

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

Something that has a connection with the underworld. "Is he dead?" "Yeah, but don't worry you can buy another-" Buy another? How funny

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

"Your father has been waiting for you for years. He didn't look for a new girlfriend, and he didn't take a wife. He bought a small house and has been waiting for you this whole time. Are you willing to return to his side?" I nodded. The system breathed a sigh of relief. It then informed me that once I died in this world, I would be able to see Dad. I removed my clothes and made a noose before tying it to the cage. I had seen something similar on TV in the past. I would die once I put my head in the hole and let myself hang from it. Fortunately, the cage was big enough, and I was quite short. It didn't take long for me to start choking for air once I put my head in the hole. However, I became

“That means you can’t be the Undead King. He’s already been dead for about seven centuries.” “For how long?” the man breathed out, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t believe his ears. Seven centuries... She’s like killed me for a second time, he thought in shock. I haven’t existed for over half a millennium. But how can I understand this girl’s speech? The great-grandsons of this damn Ulfricus must already be dead. Shabby ass! And he’s somehow managed to seal me up as he promised...

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

That's what woke me up from a nightmare that still haunts me until now. "She's already dead, Marra! She's already dead when you gave birth to her!"