Skeleton King (The Dirty Heroes Collection #9)

by Charity B.

I’m grateful, however, that they buried her so quickly after her death. There’s a very small window of time I have to work with before things get excessively messy.

River Phoenix was pronounced dead at one fifty-one this morning. The twenty-three-year-old actor is said to have overdosed outside the Viper Room in Hollywood. We’ll have more on the story later.

My main man got a shoutout, RIP ❤️

The closer I get to the private community I call home, the harder my cock grows. I’ll sleep with Natasha once or twice before the work begins. It’s a time-consuming process to taxidermize humans, and once I start, I won’t be able to fuck her again until I’ve finished.

SIR, I beg your finest pardon!?

“I wish I could make you come alive so I don’t have to pretend to have intimacy anymore.” That’s something I would never admit aloud to anyone that could repeat it. My being with women whose souls have left this earth is not only a large part of who I am, but it’s also my only source of affection.

It’s been ten years since that day, and my infatuation has only grown. I know his preferences, so it’s likely I will never feel him while alive, however, once I muster the courage, I plan to ask him to be with me when I die.

My moan is loud in the quiet room as my come spurts into her corpse.

Breaking our kiss, I whisper through heavy breathing, “I don’t want you cold.” She blinks a few times, stuttered puffs of air coming from her lips. I’d never noticed the pretty, light freckles sprinkled across her nose before. Panic constricts my chest as I finish my confession. “I want you just like this.”

“I’ve wanted you for years, John. Not Skeleton King, not who everyone thinks you are. You.”

“I’m scared,” he whispers.

And being his first living girl is an honor

I am Skeleton King. Gravedigger, taxidermist, and necrophiliac. The industry of decay is my kingdom, cemeteries my solace. I’m a nightmare merchant that thrives in the darkness. I belong in the cold, not with her light and warmth. Her beauty would only deteriorate in my presence.

The piece of roast I bite off is really big, getting caught in my throat. I’m taking a sip to swallow it down when Ogier asks, “So? Does she taste as good as she did earlier?” I shake my head, unsure of what he means. He points to my plate, “Esty.” When the gears in my mind click in place, I drop my fork, instantly gagging at the knowledge of what I just consumed. That was her other ‘use.’

“Fuck you, you fucking fuck!”

Love it 💁🏼‍♀️

Dead girls never come.

“I promised you I wouldn’t ever leave you, so you aren’t allowed to leave me either!”

It’s me and her. John and Sarah. Forever.