Alex Summers Death Novels & Stories

“Has it ever occurred to you that the people close to you are those who are more likely to do you harm?” ”Are you insinuating…?” ”Damon and-” ”Drake!” Alex came rushing into the room, the look on his face suggesting that something bad had happened. “You need to leave, right now.” Drake got up, a frown on his face. “What happened?” ”Uh…” Alex tried to catch his breath. “Someone just committed suicide.” ”What?” “He fell off this building and people saw it.” ”Wait, what? When did this happen?”

I was painting a field of lavender, the purple flowers swaying in the breeze. "News from Chicago," Alex said, his voice neutral, walking up behind me with a tablet. "What news?" I didn't look up, just kept mixing my paints. "Victor Moretti is dead." My hand didn't even flinch. I dipped my brush into a pool of lavender paint. "Oh," I said. Just that. One syllable. An ending. "You don't want to know how?" Alex asked. I finally looked up at him, a small, real smile on my lips. "He's not my problem anymore, Alex," I said, my brush never faltering. "He's just a name from another lifetime."

A framed photo facedown on the wood. He pointed to the photo. "Who is that?" Elion looked. He flinched. "That's Alex," Elion said. "Your brother." "Yes." Cale tried to summon a feeling. Grief? Sympathy? Recognition? Nothing. Just data. Subject: Alex. Status: Deceased. Cause: Aneurysm. He felt the absence of the emotion like a missing tooth. He knew he should care. He knew that in a previous version of himself, he had cared enough to try and save this boy.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

A policeman stopped Amelia and said politely. "A murder......" Amelia covered her mouth in disbelief as she desperately tried to tell herself that it couldn't be, it wasn't what she thought...... "Amelia!" At that moment, Alex suddenly squeezed in with Jenny, and he took Amelia's hand, ready to lead her away. Just now, Tony sent him a message that Raymond Cole had jumped to his death and had been taken to the hospital for resuscitation. For some reason, Alex's first reaction to seeing this news was not happiness, but a desire to take Amelia and leave at the first opportunity.

If he died, I would die with him. I approached Alex and held his hand. His body was shaking, he was crying. “A-Alex, what happened? Do tell please,” I asked. Even though I was afraid, I wanted to know the truth. The maids gathered near us. They were curious and wanted to know what happened to Sam. Alex took his hands away from his face, and with eyes full of tears, he replied, “Sir Harris had an accident.” “W-what! Where? How is his condition?” I asked and immediately my body suddenly limp. I fell to the floor and tears streamed down my face.

She’s breathing hard. I stand in my kitchen wide eyed. I didn’t mean to make her angry but that’s true I don’t really know Sadie but, I don’t believe she would kill someone. Plus, I know what really happened, Axel was the one who killed her ex, well he didn’t kill him just knocked him out and he burnt alive in the cabin. What really happened that day is top secret. For many reasons one being if word got out Axle wouldn’t have gotten that promotion.

He hung up the phone and turned around, his face a mask I couldn’t read. “Alex?” Anna’s voice trembled. “What is it?” Alex swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It was Detective Harris,” he said hoarsely. “They…they found him.” “Who?” I whispered, though some part of me already knew. “Our father,” Alex said. His eyes went to Luca, and something in his expression cracked. “Richard is dead.” The words sucked all the air out of the room. For a moment, no one moved.

He was on his way when he had a plane crashed and died with the other passengers. "Your time isn't over, Rey Reed." He said to me "You are a fighter and a survivor who has survived in this hell for good 4 years." "I'm sorry, Dad," I say, apologizing."I am tired of fighting for their achievement. I am tired of dancing to their tunes. " I complained bitterly. "Please let me come and join you." "No," my father said, shaking his head to show that he meant it. "Your time isn't over; you have survived a more critical condition. This is just a minor one. You will surely scale through it. "