Novel & Cerita Amy Rose Death

she begged, folding her hands in supplication. Rose burst into tears. Mrs. Kiara whispered, "No, no, no, my darling, don’t cry," as she wiped her tears. "Why are you even crying when she is not dead?" Mrs. Kiara said. "She is dead, she had an accident that same night. Natalie is no more!" Rose shouted, breaking into even more tears. Mrs. Kiara laughed broken-heartedly, followed by a heavy cry. Richard stood frozen for a moment, turned, and walked away in shock.

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

Sloane looked at the man who had lied to her to save her, and the man who had killed to keep her. She took the black diamond ring from her neck and slid it back onto her finger. "The Glass Empire is dead, Julian," she said, looking out at the Zurich skyline. "Viktor is buried in the mountain. The world thinks the Black Rose and her husband died in the Alps." "And what does the Rose think?" Julian asked, his hand resting on her waist. Sloane took a lighter from the desk and set the diary on fire. She watched as the final secrets of the Volkov and Vane bloodlines turned to ash.

I didn't know his favorite flower, so I chose a white rose. "Goodbye, Richard," I whispered as I placed the flowers on his chest. He looked peaceful. He must have been happy to see the wife he loved so much again. Hopefully, he had finished all his business in the world before he died. I didn't want to feel disappointed again. So, I trusted his decision to choose Blaze. "Poor guy," said the woman standing to my left as I took a drink from the serving table. "He died of a heart attack." "I'm sure it was his kids who made him die suddenly," whispered the friend at her side.

My whole body reacts quickly—pulling onto the man once more. All of a sudden, I find myself stabbing onto his lower abdomen; causing him to groan loudly in pain. He has both of his eyes looking straight at mine, making me see the last moments before his death. I've been through this a lot, seeing people as they drop dead down onto the ground, I don't seem to mind at all. I glance up at Rose, her eyes looking down at the dead body as she tries to control her breathings. Without further ado, I grab onto her hand but just as we start to run deeper into the woods, I see someone aiming her from afar—making me push her away.

"I also want to be in those thoughts" He smiled kissing Nicolas' cheek as they wrapped each other in a tangled mess on bed. "Nicolas I'm just thinking. Gods life is short. One day you are laughing and celebrating then you're gone. Without an explanation. You're gone." "Someone poisoned her Ward. It's not life but someone's wickedness. Rose was killed right here in the palace." Edward knew. He knew this very well. "Indeed but whose to say even the murdered deaths are not in the gods' plans? It was Rose's time. May her soul rest in absolute peace."

Chapter 2 Human life is not always smooth sailing, and the same goes for Rose's life. As the first child of Jasmine Miles and Arnold Pennington, Rose Pennington was forced to endure a difficult life at the age of twenty-five. Arnold Pennington passed away due to chronic meningitis at the age of forty-two. The doctor said his condition was already severe and problematic. Unfortunately, Rose couldn't do anything to keep him alive. The savings she had after working at Aunt Liliane's small restaurant, her mother's friend, for a few months, couldn't help much either. The wise man closed his eyes in Rose's embrace.

he replied, and his word had a point. I know how difficult it is to make people understand what you are. They would only see what they want to see. “When Rose died, I was the only one present in her room. I left her room before dawn and inform my beta to take care of everything. But when we brought her body for the funeral there was a cut mark on her neck. Someone cut her neck after her death. Because when I left her in her room, her body was unscathed, So they thought I killed my mate,” he replied and I gasped. This was a genuine reason for people to believe what they were believing.

And I'm looking at one right now. '... Rose believes she killed her parents.' 'Come again?' 'They died in a car accident. Rose only told me once, when she was drunk. According to the police, the car skidded off the cliff and exploded in mid-air.' Silence condensed the air. That's plain cruel. I stared at the floor, recalling the moment when they carried my father’s dead body in. It was bloated and grey—like a deadfish. But I could still see my father’s face on it and it seemed peaceful.

Aurelia said. “You were supposed to die on the same day as Brooke but you didn’t show up. You were both so proud of being rich ladies and best friends and I wanted to cut you down to size. I didn’t manage to kill you then but I promise that you will go and have grand parties with Brooke in hell,” Rose barked. “You killed Brooke?” Kevin asked in shock. “I should have killed you too if the governor had not gotten to you first,” Rose shouted. “Why did you kill her? This doesn’t add up,” Mr Raymond said.