Best After Death Stories & Novels Collection

Three months after I died, he used his Grammy acceptance speech to shame me before thirty million people. He accused me of ethical violations, of seducing him, then running off with his money and our dog, leaving him with massive medical debt.
Little did he know, our dog Max and I were both gone, taken by the same cancer.
At the stroke of midnight, as his words still hung in the air, my Instagram ...

"I'm dying... please save me..." The last words Avery spoke into the phone. The last words Felix chose to ignore. Six months later, when the insurance money calls, Felix Sutton will discover that some mistakes can never be forgiven—and some debts can only be paid with your life.

Claire got her death sentence at life's happiest moment—advanced cancer, six months to live.

At that very time, her husband Kelvin was at a crucial juncture in his career. To avoid becoming his burden, Claire orchestrated the perfect "betrayal"—letting Kelvin witness her "affair" with his own eyes. The enraged Kelvin immediately filed for divorce, and Claire became exactly what she intended: an u...

On my 25th birthday, the doctor handed me my death sentence—stage four pancreatic cancer, six months to live. The man I’d loved for seventeen years was flirting with his secretary while I coughed up blood and collapsed. He mocked me when chemo took my hair: “Even your hair is fake.” When I secretly transferred my last savings into his sports recovery fund—the very money that could’ve saved me—he t...

I'm dead, trapped as a ghost who can only follow my husband around.

Watching him examine my dismembered corpse at the garbage dump, his coldness shattered my heart—this man couldn't even recognize his own wife's wedding ring. When I heard him tell someone that my death was "convenient, saved him the hassle of divorce," rage nearly tore my soul apart.

But when I followed him back to his car and s...

I'm dead, but I'm begging you—please save my baby girl.
My eight-year-old daughter Grace sits by the window every night, wearing my rescue jacket that's way too big for her, waiting for mommy to come home. She doesn't know I died in that helicopter crash. She doesn't know she's about to be thrown into foster care.
And she has no idea that her father is Senator William Hawthorne.
Grace clutches my ...

I died, only to find myself turned into a ghost, helplessly watching the world continue to spin without me.

What's even more devastating is that my own sister—the one who killed me—is now lying in my bed. She's had plastic surgery to look exactly like me, mimicking my voice and even my habits perfectly, attempting to completely take over my life.

And my husband Rafael—New York's most dangerous m...

I died for three days. My boyfriend got a new girlfriend in two.
She's wearing my pink cardigan, sitting at our first-date table, having a candlelit dinner with my Zane. My apron on her body, my sangria recipe on her lips, even our private nickname "Z" rolling off her tongue.
I'm Harper Wells, 20, Olive Garden server, killed in a car crash. She's Brielle Kim, 22, Instagram influencer, my perfect r...

They killed me, but my ghost got stuck. I watched my boyfriend marry the woman who murdered me. I heard her steal my songs to win a Grammy. I was ready to destroy them both—until I saw his secrets. My picture against his heart. Lethal poison in his pocket. This was no wedding. It was his revenge, and it was the sickest, most beautiful duet we'd ever performed.

Three years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved.

"You're not good enough for my world," I lied, watching Ethan Cross's heart shatter completely. Now he's back. Richer. More ruthless. Ready for revenge.

"Marry me, or watch your family lose everything."

Our marriage is his masterpiece of revenge. He flaunts his perfect girlfriend in our home, forcing me to watch him replace me with everyth...

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as ...

I thought returning to wealth meant happiness. I was wrong—it was the entrance to hell.
My celebrity husband Ryan uses me as his personal punching bag every night, calling it "method acting." Meanwhile, my perfect sister Stella whispers in his ear: "Ruby did everything during her street years. You need to show her where she belongs."
When I called for help while holding my three-year-old Lily, cry...