Al Final Mueren Los Dos Novels & Stories

Because I’m coming for you. "Cesar and Amelia are as good as dead, as we speak, Lucas," Thiago spat before the line went dead. Lucas stared at the phone, his jaw tight. "Well, that’s just fucking great."

Alessia's face turned dark and calculated, “See you in the afterlife, Marshall Fernandez.” And with that, Marshall took his last breath as the bullet pierced through his heart.

I watched as one by one, my men went down with splatters of different colours, until it was just Kieran, Angelo, and myself left. “I can feel Azuela here, but that’s all I have,” Angelo said before he was shot in the middle of his chest. “I love you Aralo,” Azuela’s voice was heard, but she couldn’t be seen. “Why do I feel like I’m next?” Kieran groaned. “That’s because you are,” Dahlia’s voice was heard before my best friend went down with a shot to his chest too. “It’s up to you Silas,” Hayden said dramatically, making me laugh. I heard something crunch behind me, and I turned around. Suddenly, sounds surrounded me everywhere.

Both Sergio and Maria were buried next to each other. "They were really great together, it's a shame that they only got a short time to be together," Richard said sadly, wiping his damp eyes. Miguel and I laid our bouquets down and I closed my eyes to say a prayer. Miguel's eyes were watering as he knelt down and closed his eyes. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly as I cursed the fate bitches in my mind

Then he suddenly spoke again, "Iris, we've been together since childhood. I can count as your brother. Let me walk you down the aisle." This was Adrian's final plea. As we walked down the aisle, I felt dazed as my memories drifted back to the year my mother died. At her funeral, I slipped away while no one was paying attention and ran to her coffin. The coffin was large and high. I wanted to climb up to see my mother one last time, but my legs were short. I could not climb up and could only sit on the floor, crying in frustration. Suddenly, someone tapped my forehead. "Why are you crying?"

Word spread fast, and everyone had something to say. "Moon Goddess, it's horrible." "I knew it. Killers pass their evil down through the bloodline." "Those poor victims. My heart breaks for them." Lucian pulled through. They'd gotten to him in time, and his body started healing—slowly, but it was working. On the day of the blood judgment, Ethan buried me next to Julian and Aurora under the moon oak in the pack cemetery. He knelt in front of my headstone and bowed his head.

I came to your shop and ask you, if you saw them but you said No…. I hardly forget things…. Now that I found out you were the one that make them escape, I will kill you…. Please, the man cried kneeling and begging but he was shot on his mouth and forehead, He died instantly… Alan!!!!!! He yelled grinding his teeth together Mis enemigos siempre caerán en mi trampa-“My enemies always fall into my trap” he murmured a Spanish word before leaving. *** Aurora sat down in her room, and her mind went back to when she stab him…. She ran to

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

The twins' powers, the prophecy, and the decisions they made along the way had brought them to this point, where everything was about to end. Raquel Cordero came up first, her eyes full of sadness. Álvaro García came next, looking worn out and exhausted from the fight. They, along with the other pack members, stood in front of Diego and Mariana with serious looks on their faces. Diego and Mariana felt the weight of their silent gaze.

Only the cold, heavy weight of the executioner. “We bury them,” Moe finally said, his voice a dead, flat thing. “We’re not leaving them on the side of the road like trash.” Eli gave a single, curt nod. There was no more talk of pushing forward. The mission was dead, just like the two brothers. The hope that had flickered so weakly in their hearts had been extinguished by two gunshots. In silence, they carried the bodies out into the cold night air. They dug two shallow graves under the indifferent stars, and they laid Ron and Rob to rest, side by side, as they had always been in life.