Dead Stories

Geoff and Naomi are dead, and they're depressed, but when Geoff's cat Bernie dies as well, they embark on a wild journey to find it in the underworld. ***** When Geoff dies, alongside his girlfriend Naomi, they end up sharing an apartment in the Underworld as skeletons. But after a few years, Geoff starts suffering a mid-death crisis. What's the purpose of going through the motions as a skeleton if you can't really live? Then he gets word that his cat, Bernie, just died and he can collect him and bring him home! Geoff and Naomi hurry to get Bernie only to discover that, due to a clerical error, their cat has been lost. With the hunt for Bernie giving new purpose to Geoff's un-life, he and Naomi begin a quest to get back their cat. Battling skeleton pirates, climbing the sky ladder and facing off against the villain who took Bernie, Geoff is determined to find his purpose - or die a second time trying! [[2018 Wattys Winner - The Originals]] [[word count: 30,000-40,000 words]]

Tyler is being hunted by the Grinning Man and flees to Marble Springs, where he teams up with Serling and Price, real estate agents who sell haunted houses. ***** After his brother disappears and a burial mound explodes, high school student Tyler Graves starts having strange visions. His brother warns him that something is coming for him. Soon, Tyler's entire family is slaughtered, and he's being hunted by an otherworldly entity known as The Grinning Man. Fleeing to Marble Springs, he meets Serling and Price, real estate agents who specialize in selling haunted houses. It's up to this unlikely trio to stop a madman from destroying the world - by literally unleashing Hell on Earth! (Sequel to Apartment 239.) [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Belle Morte is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Wattpad Original Edition and the Wattpad Books Published Edition upon purchase. Thank you so much for your support! ***** Renie Mayfield volunteers as a blood donor for the Vampire House where her sister disappeared, when she's drawn to the smouldering vampire Edmond Dantès. ***** It's been ten years since vampires came out of the coffin, and now they are the world's biggest celebrities. Renie Mayfield is a new live-in blood donor assigned to the most famous vampire House - Belle Morte. Unlike the other donors though, Renie isn't here for fame and fortune. Her sister disappeared inside the Belle Morte House, and she wants to know why. But she isn't prepared for Edmond Dantès, a smouldering vampire who sets her blood racing. She can't deny their mutual attraction, and their dangerous dance begins. With each step into darkness Renie is drawn further into Edmond's influence, and closer to uncovering Belle Morte's secrets. If she has to choose, would she rather lose her heart or her humanity? (Book 1, the Belle Morte Series) [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] The sequel, Revelations, is now in Paid: https://www.wattpad.com/story/97728300

She had a small, beautiful world- filled with love, trust, and the warmth of two souls she lived for... Her brother, Sikander Rathore. Her childhood love, Aditya Singh Rathore. But sometimes, the people closest to you hide the darkest betrayals. One night changed everything. The ones they trusted the most turned into their greatest enemies. Blood was spilled. Lives were taken. And Heena... was declared dead. But they were wrong. Because death didn't take her- it transformed her. She returned... with the same name, but a different face, a shattered heart, and a fire that refused to die. Now she walks among them, hidden in plain sight, watching... waiting... They think their secret is buried. They think Heena is gone forever. But they don't know- She is alive. And this time... she's not the girl who loved blindly. She's the storm that will destroy everything.

"You coward-" Marble steps. Her body hitting each one. His fist in her hair. Dragging. The grand hall. The chandelier flooding everything in cold gold light. "You disgusting- pathetic- coward. You will rot. You will rot and I will watch you rot from whatever hell you send me to-" The blade touched her throat. "I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS. EVEN FROM THE GRAVE." everything stopped... ⚠️ Trigger Warning - this story contains graphic violence, sexual assault, murder, psychological horror, and mature themes. Read with care.

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

They said I died that night. The newspapers printed my name. My husband signed the papers. But the truth is- I was always dead. Dead the day he married me without love. Dead the day he chose another woman's words over my silence. Dead the day he watched me disappear and felt nothing. He moved on. I survived. Years later, I return with a new name, a stronger spine, and two reasons to never look back. I don't want his love. I don't want his regret. And forgiveness was never an option. This is not a love story. It's the story of a woman who died. "This is going to hurt... but you're going to read it anyway."

"The hardest lesson in the world: maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They ain't coming back." ~Cormac McCarthy The world is nothing but a frame of what it used to be. Plagued with the dead that walk with jarred teeth. The last of humanity stripped away to merely shells. It was no place for the youth. Only the strong willed.

My name is Seraphina Dixon, and I live in the ruins of everything that once mattered. People say the world ended on October 31, 2010. But my world ended much earlier-March 15, 2007. I was only seven when he sold me to the man in black. All for booze. ☆◇☆◇☆◇☆◇☆◇☆◇☆◇☆◇☆◇☆ I do not own the characters The writers of the walking dead do I only own 2 of the characters I will be changing the age a little PG-13 ♡TOP RATINGS♡ #1 Creepers #1 Befriend #1 walkinddead #1 walkers Begin : November 21, 2025

(Semi-invincible protagonist, no system, and the main character does not know the plot.) "Revenge is a luxury we cannot afford." "No. This is not revenge. This is the judgment they deserve." Stephen Johnson, who swore to avenge his benefactor, becomes entangled with Van der Linde in an era on the brink of collapse. Perhaps this transmigrator, who knows nothing, might truly be able to change something.

Some deaths do not end with a departure. Instead, they are merely the prelude to a tragedy. Noah Tran died on a day of torrential summer rain, leaving a void no one could explain. An accident. That's what they said. But Adrian Shen never believed it. And Sylvia Yang... she's starting to doubt it, too. Because there are memories torn apart, And There are names hidden in the shadows- A man named Mortis Bu, Who appears in every empty space where no one dares to look. As the truth begins to shatter, Love is no longer a sanctuary. It becomes the very thing that kills.

The title speaks for itself. An old classmate of mine? I didn't know about her special abilities to cheat for herself during exams & tests! Do I even make some kind of cameo in this story?

Shaye Dixon, the daughter of Daryl Dixon, is only 14 when the world came to an end. She wasn't with her father but, by chance, she is saved by Glenn and Maggie, who bring her inside a run-down prison where she comes face to face with the man she has searched a year for. Being raised by Daryl has some benefits; she learned from a young age how to defend herself, hunt, and shoot either a bow or a gun. Who knew that the skills that she was taught just to have one on one time with her father would be the only reason why she has survived for so long. Disclaimer: I only own Shaye Dixon, I own nothing about TWD franchise besides the characters I make up.

(Book 1: The Beginning Of The End) The world didn't end with a bang. It rotted. One second, everything was normal. The next-everything collapsed. Death came fast. What followed came faster. The dead didn't stay dead. They kept moving. And they didn't stop. December Hayes was never meant to survive a world like this-soft, untrained, unprepared. But survival doesn't care who you used to be. It strips you down and forces you to become something else. Saved by a stranger who trusts no one and trained like a weapon just to stay alive, December is thrown into a reality where hesitation gets you killed-and mercy can be more brutal than death. Because out there, the infected aren't the only monsters. And sometimes, the most dangerous thing in the world... is still human. --- © All Rights Reserved 2026

"Her used pad, her hair, her photograph your husband's photograph, his clothes, and his name"the sorcerer said. My heart skipped. "How will I get her used pad?" I asked, bewildered. "I can get the rest, but her hair and her used pad... I don't know how I'll get my hands on those." The sorcerer's lips curved slightly. "Unless you want her to come into your home as your husband's second wife don't." At that moment, something dark settled in my chest. I knew then that I would go to any extent to have him. "I will bring it"I said hurriedly. "I will bring everything." "Then do it before the wedding"He warned. I nodded. Because I knew right there, in that moment that I would go to any length to keep my husband mine alone. I would not allow him to marry anyone else.

Through your eyes I see A smile you bring to me To your joy, I tether Not a lot, just forever Intertwined, sewn together Like the rock bears the weather Not a lot, just forever in which a hat wearing boy falls in love with a farm girl DISCLAIMER: although i wish i did i do not own twd or the characters i only own Annabeth and anyother character i may add in the future, Robert Kirkman and all of the amazing people who made twd happen own it and i do not no matter how much i wish i did. carl grimes s2-s11

I'm telling you this because there was a time in my life that should've been short enough to forget, but for some reason, I can't let it go. These are just fragments of a much bigger story, only the pieces I've been able to pull together, so you'll have to bear with me, because some of this is honestly hard to recall properly even now. They say grief comes in stages, but I found out pretty quickly that it doesn't actually move in a straight line. Everyone handles it differently. For me, I think I reached acceptance first before anything else even caught up. The depression came later, like it was delayed. For three years after my father died, I got into the habit of texting his old number. It wasn't anything dramatic at first, just something I did without thinking, like a reflex I never really questioned. I always knew it wasn't going anywhere, until the day it suddenly did. I sent a message, and then I saw the word "read." And right there, something in me just stopped, because that shouldn't have been possible. I told myself it was just a reassigned number, that someone else probably had it now, or maybe I was just overthinking something completely normal. But even saying that out loud didn't make it feel normal. Because the replies didn't feel like someone else. They felt like someone who already knew me. Things I never told anyone were suddenly coming back through that screen, things I only ever said to my father. And the worst part was how casually it all came back, like it had been sitting there waiting. I tried to stop myself from reading too much into it. I really did. I told myself I was just projecting, that grief makes people sensitive, that I was just turning coincidence into meaning because I didn't know what else to do with myself. But I can't fully convince myself of that anymore. Because whatever has that number now... isn't just replying. It's remembering. And if you're reading this, I don't think it was ever just mine to begin with.

Nandini gets married to a man she barely knows, hoping time will turn strangers into something more. But Manik's heart was never empty- Manik~ He lost the love of his life a year ago, and a part of him is still stuck there. Now tied in a marriage he never wanted, he keeps his distance, while Nandini is left trying to understand a man who belongs to someone she can never compete with.

❛ ❛ 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅. ❛ ❛ ⚔︎☽ Hey, this is my first Wattpad book. If you're interested in vampires, 80s and the supernatural, this book might be up in your alley. This is an original story heavily influenced by popular shows, films and books surrounding mainly vampire mythology. I hope you all enjoy this story about Bianca Hampton, a Vampire Slayer from an affluent family in The Hamptons. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: If you're not into some mature themes, vulgar language, slow burns or new chapter releases taking a while, this might not be up your alley.

in which... 12-year-old Valerie Dixon is already a force to be reckoned with. Raised by a drug addicted, single father and his crossbow-wielding brother, dealing with hunger, lack of sleep, and no real place to call home, Valerie had a lot on her plate. And that was before the dead started walking.