Aoba Dramatical Murders Novels & Stories

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

I have to be good. "You killed him," I say. Flat. Numb. Olive's brow furrows. "No one was killed," she says carefully. "Non-fatal. Your father and mother will both be taken into custody. They're going away for a very long time." I don't know how to feel about that. I stare at her, trying to figure out if I'm supposed to feel something. "You should've killed him," I mutter, dropping my eyes to the floor. Silence. I can tell the words have unsettled her. She clears her throat and shifts.

"They think I'm using you. They think you're a victim. And if I stay and try to explain, it just makes the lie look like the truth." He shoved the door open for me. "Get in. Now." As he peeled out of the lot, I looked in the side mirror. Christian was standing at the entrance, wiping blood from his lip and smiling. And Anaya was already surrounded by a crowd, her mouth moving a mile a minute. By the time we reached the highway, the Mthland High's gossip app was already pinging: "KING ROLAND'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET: Is the grieving houseguest his new charity case… or his private plaything?"

"We have called their number and it isn't going through. We have asked their parents about them and they keep saying that they are also looking for them. We have searched and search but there is still no trace of them. He stood from his seat, placed his two hands inside his pocket and stay walking to and fro like a confused fool. "This is confusing. Shane, Grimes and Sabastin were missing days ago and few days later, Mara was also found dead. Is it that one person is behind this all?" "Maybe Evidence is behind all of this!" Derek made the use of the word 'maybe' so that he doesn't get suspected.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

“Mum, it has not gotten to that. We can fix things. Besides, Damon is not a killer per se. He's just doing as the king is supposed to do. But I won't allow him to tamper with you any…” “Listen to me, Danciana!” Madam Rawn interfered. “I knew the family before you were born. Mister Floyd is a serial killer and Damon took after him. Return her and be safe. I'm heading to Peiro's house now” She concluded. “Call my driver” She said, pointing at a guard that was standing some feet away from her. “Mum, calm down!” Danciana exclaimed, but her mum couldn't wait for her to finish up her words before she ended the call and hastened into her room.

Everything was done, and every plan fell into place, 10 minutes after I left the drugs kicked in and he passed out, my men took him out of the bar, gagged him and blindfolded him then brought him back to my house basement where he would be treated squarely for what he did… He sat blindfolded in the middle of the dimly lit room with his head facing the ground and his hands tied at the back of the chair, he was clearly still unconscious, so I picked up a bucket full of water and poured it whole on him… Pathetic… he woke up, his breathing heavy and uneven… The moment I thought about what he had tried to do to Natalie, touched her, even… ughhh I screamed, thinking about it made me want to just s

At this moment, I had no strength to fight them but to just do their bidding. I wanted Jamie to get well before I did anything. It would be better that way. As I scrolled through the deathboard, I realized that Gustavo wasn't even on the board but there was a name that was placed at the highest bid on the top slot. Why on earth would anyone want Christopher killed?

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.

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