The Dead List

By: Jennifer L. Armentrout


I love my readers. I really do. Without you guys, I wouldn’t be able to live my dream of writing and using that income from writing to pay the bills. You spend your money on my work. I would like to somehow return that favor to you instead give you all a bunch of awkward hugs.

So remember when I randomly created a Wattpad account last Fall and started randomly adding bonus material? Well, there was a plan behind that. I needed to establish an account there.

Because starting today, you can begin reading The Dead List for free.


You can begin reading a never seen before, unpublished, novel The Dead List.

The Dead List is a full standalone novel, coming in at roughly 93,000 words.

It’s a Young Adult Romantic Suspense

Yes. Lots of Romance.

Sort of like Don’t Look Back, but a throwback to movies like Scream and the sort of campy fun ones. Think I Know What You Did Last Summer meets Scream. But with more romance. That’s all I’m going to say about the book. I think a blind read is something different. A little fun.

There are no plans at this time to sell it or put it in print soon. I probably will one day, but the point of this is that it’s free for you guys.

The Dead List is a raw novel, meaning it hasn’t been through copy editing. You’ll going to see typos and some strange things. You’re actually going to see what a book of mine looks like before copy editors get their hands on it. Hopefully there are no random ‘shits’ where there is supposed to be ‘shirts’

I will be posting a chapter or a couple of chapters at a time, as one does on Wattpad.

Chapters will be added every Wednesday, Friday and then Sunday as long as I’m not traveling or, you know, acts of God clause.


Penn Deaton looked three years younger than thirteen. With his small arms and legs, he was the tiniest out of the four of us, and always picked last, if picked at all, during gym class. He was more into watching birds with the telescope his grandfather had given him for Christmas two years ago than he was when it came to chasing a ball around.

I didn’t really get the whole bird thing and couldn’t pick out a northern mockingbird to save my life, but I sat with him in the tree house nestled deep in the wooden area behind his house, my backpack forgotten in the corner. My legs dangled over the edge. One of my flip-flops had fallen to the ground below. The other hung precariously from my toes. The drop was steep, scary high. Falling off it probably would result in more than just a few broken bones. I was always surprised that Penn would come up here since he was afraid of heights, but I guessed he was into birds more than he was scared.

There were other things I could be doing instead of sitting her waiting for Penn to see whatever he wanted to see before we made our way over to Gavin’s. Running for starters. I loved doing that. The feeling of my muscles tensing and releasing, my lungs burnings as my sneakers thumped off the pavement provided a rush. When I got to high school, I was going to join the cross county team and the track team.

I could’ve already gone to Gavin’s house. He wasn’t allowed out after school, because the bottle rockets he’d found in his parents’ garage and had set off last weekend meant he was still grounded for another billion years. But he’d gotten that new game system that hadn’t been taken away from him and we were still allowed to visit. Jensen was probably already over there, waiting on Penn and me. He didn’t have the patience required to sit quietly in a tree house and watch for birds. Jensen was always picked first in gym class and if a game controller wasn’t in his hands, he’d rather be chasing a ball around.

None of our parents ever tried to keep the four of us apart, even if we were in major trouble. Since elementary school, we had always found a way to be together. We were peas to each other’s pods, as my Grammy would say, and I though that was kind of weird saying, but we were our own little group and we were best friends.

Things… things were starting to change though, and I really didn’t understand why.

Gavin didn’t like spending time in the tree house anymore and sometimes he’d blushed and acted weird. Everyone wanted to be around Jensen at school and afterwards, especially the girls.