Al Final Mueren Los Dos Novels & Stories

" Diego wondered to himself. Diego could still vaguely see Alejandro's face. He thought that this time he was really going to die at the hands of the enemy he hated. The corners of his lips turned up slowly and he closed his eyes as Alejandro squatted beside him. 'This time... it looks like I'll meet you, Viviane,' Diego thought as he surrendered to the situation. In the next second, only the sound of gunfire rang clearly in his ears. 'Does death feel like this?' Diego muttered as he felt nothing but pain from the poison that was still spreading throughout his body. Diego slowly opened his eyes and saw Murat lying stiff beside him. “Goodbye, Murat,” Alejandro hissed coldly. A few moments ago

Grandma and Alqamar died. "I'm...sorry-" "It's fine though. I heard that your grandma died the same day right? So I understand," he said and smiled sincerely. I also smiled. I remember everything again. That night. The night where I lost everyone. Carlos...and Herman. These are the two person who destroyed everything. Herman is now dead...while Carlos is still unknown. "You didn't change a bit. You're still the old Lexis I know," he said while staring at me. The way he stares at me...I swallowed and looked away.

Luca winced but stayed still, biting his lip. Glass cuts still lined Ricardo’s own cheek and arm, thin lines of red and swelling but he worked steadily and focused. "You’re not dying today," Ricardo muttered. "Sorry to disappoint you." "Shame," Luca rasped, his smile growing. "Would’ve been a hell of a way to go. Shot by Moretti dogs, dumped in the sea..." "Shut up," Ricardo grunted. "You’re not funny." I watched them in silence for a moment—two men who’d tried to kill each other not so long ago, now bound by survival and guilt and past friendships hanging by a thread.

Mateo knew he might die tonight, but not with Aldo being still alive. He couldn’t give up yet. How can he leave Faith, Kai, and Jeremy around Aldo? He is going to kill them. He has to fight. Mateo tried to move, but Aldo shot him on the side of his stomach – making him roll in pain. He groaned as blood spilled from his mouth. “So, that’s how Mateo Ricci dies, huh?” Aldo laughed as he got on his feet.

one of the Hunters–who must be their leader–shouts. The acrid smoke from the main building fills the air. Though the building is still standing, from where I’m hidden I can see the damage to the second floor. Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. I’ve failed. I didn’t get the coin, and I haven’t saved Alec. Unless we both find a way to sneak off this island, we’re as good as dead. If he’s smart, then he’s already left. He had a chance to slip away while I had the Silver Hunters distracted, and I really hope he took it.

I chuckled, knowing Raul was probably getting stitches and Zane was most likely ready to rip my head off after only hearing Raul's side of the story, as usual. Even though I'm fearing what waits for me when I get back to the house and see Raul, a bit of relief washed over me, knowing he won't be able to do anything for the next couple of days with Zane here... but that's just gonna make it worse when Zane leaves. For once, universe. Be on my side for the next couple of days. "Valentina... that's what I need to talk to you about." I raised my eyebrows, gesturing for him to go on after his long pause, "Zane and Raul... Raul was picking Zane up from the airport... they crashed and both died fro

“You okay, baby?” She nodded. “Are you?” “Yeah. Don’t cry. I’m fine. I promise.” She pressed a hand to her mouth to hold in a sob, but it was useless. “Another month with no word from you… It scared me so much. Then I heard this morning that Montilla is dead. Is it true?” He nodded. “I killed him last night and I started making my way back to you as soon as the deed was done.” “So it really is over?”

He chuckled. "But they all declined. They said they didn't want anything to do with the Arim cult but guess what's happening to them now, the Arim cult are already unto them." He finished. "I don't even know what to say right now. I just know I'm relieved you are safe. And I'm sorry for your loss." "It's okay, father and Kiara were killed a week ago and I have been running around the forest ever since with Georgia." I noticed as his voice dropped when he mentioned Georgia.

We left in a hurry, heading away from what was now officially our place of death. --- The motel room was modest and without character. We watched it on a tiny TV with terrible reception. “Breaking news: escaped mob boss Caelum Morano and his partner-in-crime Celine Moretti were killed tonight in an inferno of a car crash while supposedly running from the police. Both cadavers were charred beyond recognition, but dental records have verified their corpses. And the F.B.I. is describing this as a dramatic end to a manhunt..."

“Mother?” She didn’t respond immediately. He noticed the remote clenched tightly in her hand. “What happened?” She turned to him slowly. “Alfredo Morello is dead.” Bryce stopped moving. The words didn’t register at first. “What?” “Diabetes complications,” she said, voice thin. “It happened this morning.” Bryce stared at her. Dead? For a moment, an old memory flashed—Dominic and Alfredo at a corporate dinner years ago. The father’s hand firm on his son’s shoulder. Approval without words.