Vidas entrelazadas 21 (Nikolas-IV)
18/12/3843 (lunes) Antes de darse cuenta, su hijo ya estaba en el autobús, de camino a su excursión con sus amigos y el resto de sus compañeros, y él se quedaría sólo casi una semana. ¿Qué había pasado los dos últimos días? Apenas podía...
The Delta Journels: file Four
The boy simply said in a dead sort of voice, his english articulate and perfect," follow me, if you get left behind just slit you throat. it's quicker, less painful, and keeps this mission going."
A question of love.
Well it wasn't my fault her bed lover is dead sort of. yet i don't give a shit about him. best i talk to her and maybe we can see where it goes from here. "fine i'll see you soon." i don't say love nor home.
Sarmanian, 4 Minutes after Impact
The soldier tasked with his decapitation now lay a few feet away, head blown cleanly in two by gunfire, and corpses of fellow rebels randomly circled his position in a deathly sort of halo.
White Vampire: Chapter One
Rumbling a deathly sort of chuckle that echoed eerily through the too-still room, brimming over with the memory of life, marchesa fixed him in her sights, pulling her lips back from her teeth for a cruel _hiss_ that was more akin to a death rattle scraping
Brought into the Light part 3: A Sheath and Knife fan fiction.
Didn't you both tell me that all the subjects in those police files turned up dead? sort of like the end of a book huh?" gordon pulled his cell phone and dialed...."grace? you said you're going to be spending all day with alex?" grace answered.
Lizards Live as Lizards Lie
Rumbling in a kind of lurching, living dead sort of way. it was monday after all, that hallowed day of your work's vengeance. weekends are narcotics. you take your fix to escape that hard week you just had and wallow in its brand of ecstasy.