Alex Summers Death Novels & Stories

His tie hung loose around his collar. He stared into the flames, jaw tight. The silence didn’t last. The door creaked open. Roth, his security chief, entered and crossed the room with quiet steps, holding a phone in one hand, a folder in the other. Bruce looked up. One glance at Roth’s face told him everything. “Say it.” Roth hesitated. “We confirmed it. Alexander’s dead.” Bruce didn’t move. “Single shot to the chest. Sophie and DeMarco were both seen on-site. The last camera caught her leaving with him.”

"So, all the girls you've ever had anything to do with are dead." Leo looked away. "Let's not talk about that." Alexa nodded again. "Yeah, you're right." "So, what's your decision?" Leo looked at his wife. Alexa shook her head. "Not going, but I won't let her death affect me any longer. As far as I now know, she killed herself." Leo nodded. "Yes, she did. In many ways than one." "I should go freshen up," Alexa announced and stood up. "Yeah and put on a nice dress. After I drop the kids from school, we're heading out." Alexa smiled and nodded.

I slide back to the wall and clutch the keys to my chest. Alexis doesn’t reach for them. He waits. I look at him, then hand them over. He stands and unlocks his cell. That’s when a dizzy spell washes over me, but I fight to stay alert. “Is it time?” Dash asks. “Yeah,” Alexis says. He steps out, walks to Niles’s body, kneels, and grips the man’s head with both hands. Then he twists, breaking the neck. Alexis looks back at me. “I killed him,” he says.

Alexander's POV The text came through at midnight while I was still awake replaying the gallery event in my mind. Got what you asked for. Sending files now. Call me when you're ready to discuss. I sat up in bed and opened my laptop as the email arrived with a dozen attachments from the private investigator. The first was Elena Rose's death certificate dated April 3, 1999. Cause of death: blunt force trauma from a single-vehicle collision on Highway 82 in Alabama. She'd been twenty-eight years old.

GD recollected Albert mentioning his death a while back. “No. He showed up two days later. Saying he still had to graduation to attend to.” And while the lovers reconciled, Albert and him never got a chance to make peace with each other in Margaret’s presence before his death. But there was a reason, undisclosed to her, for that; but that’s all she remembered. That tragic day when Alexis’ car suddenly swerved off a cliff with no other car around to witness; and with no influence of alcohol under him. “It was always weird to me how he died, but we moved on from it anyway.”

Her words shook me to my core, but I quickly composed myself, saying coldly, "Alaric, I've already died once. Just pretend I'm truly dead and let us both move on." "No!" He jerked his head up, his voice tinged with desperation. "Amara, I can't! Even if you hate me, despise me—hit me, curse me, anything—but don't tell me you're really gone. I'm begging you, please come back?"

He managed to sing a song so his daughter would hear him for the last time… There when I remembered what the police told me last time about my Dad's death. They said Dad's taxi was allegedly crashed into a large tree. The taxi leaked and include that one of Dad's passengers was smoking that night, resulted in the taxi explosion. It only made me felt worse when I found out that Albus Wesley and Hailey Perelman were Dad's rides. Those two people whom I chose not to help and interfered with. Damn it! They died with my father. It's all my fault, I'm so idiot! Of all things, why did I not notice the plate number? I knew that something like that would happen. But why? Why did I not see a death sha

Drexton muttered. Alexa exchanged glances between the screen and them. "Who's she?" Alexa asked. "Ixora's bitchy friend. Was shot and died by acid," Jaxon replied. "Such a terrible death," Alexa said, shaking her head. "Her body wasn't found," Drexton spoke up, looking at Jaxon. "Are you trying to say she could be the one pretending to be Ixora?" Jaxon asked, slowly. Drexton stood up and left before any of them could stop him.

Kelvin tried to say but Axel fired him three shot on his neck and blood spilled out, his dick slipping out as he fell backward. “No….Mrs Austin screamed at the blood that lashed over her neat body.” Axel pulled the trigger and signaled Alex to get ready. Hey tired the shot right at the Same time. Axel fired three shots to her head and she dropped dead, while Alex fired three shots to his chest and he died on the spot. They turned to the shivering Rita, and for an unknow reason, Axel felt his heart melted as he watched her shiver pain evident in her eyes at the sight of her dead families.

For the first time in 2026, I felt alive. We reached the basement—the morgue. It was the only way out that Silas hadn't blocked yet. The air was freezing, smelling of chemicals and silence. "My car is in the ambulance bay," Julian wheezed, his face damp with sweat. We ran past the silver drawers of the dead. But as we reached the exit, Julian stopped. He looked at a body lying on a gurney, covered in a white sheet. A hand was sticking out from under the cloth—a hand wearing a gold wedding ring.