Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

He assumed Ariel was calling to ask about Jayson, so he gave a perfunctory response. Ariel didn't bother to care about Colton's attitude. She answered flatly, "I'm not looking for him. I just need to confirm Jayson's schedule for the 24th. Is he available on that day?" Colton realized what was going on, then responded slowly, "Sorry, Ms. Walker. Mr. Larkin has a personal schedule on the 24th. I'm afraid he won't be free." "It's my mom's third death anniversary ceremony. Could he spare an hour to come and pay his respects?" Ariel frowned.

said Allan sadly. "Come on...I'll help you explain to Eve later. I'm sure she'll understand. You be patient, okay?" said Tom encouraging his friend. "Thanks, Tom. You're the best friend. So what's the second news?" asked Allan, remembering their initial conversation. "The second news...is...Mr James Stewart...died in his apartment, a few days ago! But, his body was found this morning!" said Tom quietly. "WHAT?" *****

He blinks at her, before nodding in understanding. “So they are long gone by now, then?” He asks me and I nod my head in agreement. “A lot has happened since that attack.” Lana says with a frown.. “Allen came back the same day as the attack. He told us my dad was dead.” Matthias looks like he is going to be sick. And Lana throws her hands up, realizing the heavy news she just threw at him. “He isn’t! He just is being held by the rogues. Well, Allen I guess.” She says wide eyed, looking over her shoulder at me.

“The law can’t judge you. If the death broadcast lets you live, we’ll go over and kill you!” “F*ck you! I’m 30 years old and still single. Not only did you f*cking kill so many people, you also want to play with more people and men? We have to kill you!” However, under Rainier’s encouragement, Barnett suddenly became much more clear-headed. Crack! The bolt was pulled out. Creak! The animal trap was opened, and the barbs on it also hooked onto Barzel’s flesh and pulled it down. “Ah! Ah –”

His father’s face looked tense, as if he were holding back his anger. “What’s really going on here?” Allen asked. Aaron closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Bad news. Zagami died. His ship exploded.” Allen’s eyes widened in shock. "What?!" ***

Just then, his subordinate, Darren Meyer, rushed in. He reported, "Raven, something terrible happened! There was a big fire in the forest last night, and Allie was burned to death inside!"

Who knows It's hard to imagine, tonight was hard for Ralin. His eyes were hard to close. "Her parents went bankrupt and chose to end their lives, and then their daughter married Tuan Robert Allen's son." The man Darren ordered gave him the information he got. "After three months, Ralin Benedict was never seen again in America and it turns out he lives here." "Yes, he lives here," Darren said. "Almost six years," he added.

He then started the morning conference and made his rounds. Joseph completely ignored Helen. Once he was in work mode, he was too busy to dwell on personal matters. He was surprised to see Belinda there at noon. Even more surprising was the news she brought. Barry had died at around 10:00 am at Mercy Hospital. "Are you certain?" Joseph asked Belinda to get him more information, such as the treatment records or photos. However, Belinda wasn't able to do that. At a time like this, someone of her status wasn't allowed anywhere near the Zahn family's inner circle. Barry's death was being kept a secret within the family.

“Difficult isn't the same thing as possible, woman. Strong isn't the same thing as immune,” “So a broken heart isn't the same thing as heartless as well?” He takes his eyes to me. He must have sense something intriguing with what I said. “What do you mean?” “I’m curious what happened to you and Barbara Lang. What really happened? She broke your heart right?” I say candidly, keeping my tone in a low respectful way so he wouldn't identify it as a threat. He looks down at his food and continues to eat. “I’m sure you've already heard it from the news before, Keila,” he answers between bites of cooked eggs.

"We did everything we could. The patient lost too much blood. There's nothing more we could do." I stood frozen. My mind was blank. The man who had hurt me for eight years, the one who had pestered me all this time, was gone just like that. Vincenzo's funeral was simple. Only a few of his men and the Costa family's longtime helpers attended. I wore a black dress and stood before the tombstone. As I stared at the name—Vincenzo Costa— carved there, I felt unusually calm. I took a bouquet of white roses from my bag and placed it on the grave.