Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

Everyone gaped at Kiran in equal bewilderment. Kiran jabbed a finger at Barry on the bed. “In three minutes, the Fabelman family can go home and start planning his funeral.” “What?” Marshall exclaimed. Zenith and Helena blanched and immediately slid their eyes to their son, but his face was still a healthy color. “Impossible!” Zenith roared. “K-Kiran York, just you wait! When I get better, I’ll kill you and make Rain my plaything!” Barry had remained quiet at first after his treatment, but when he heard that he was going to die, he burst out angrily.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t know how long I sat there staring at that damn screen after it went dark. Maybe a minute, maybe ten. My brain just… couldn’t process it. Dead. The word looped through my head over and over, echoing like a broken record. Dead? How could I be dead? I could feel my heartbeat. I could breathe, my chest rising and falling, air filling my lungs. My palms were sweaty, my muscles ached from being thrown — dead people didn’t feel all that, right?

"What did you just say?" "Mr. Jones, I said, Madam has passed away," the assistant repeated, his voice cautious. "In the hospital's operating room—right next to Miss Darby's. Her body is still on the operating table. For some reason, no one has taken care of it. You should come and see for yourself. There's blood everywhere." Allen finally came back to his senses. When he spoke, his voice trembled beyond control. "What are you talking about? Mia is fine. She called me yesterday. How could she be dead?"

“I've been at my friend's place for two days and I'm exhausted. Maybe we can talk about it later?” Richard smiled back and gave a gentle nod. “Alright,” he said, before I stood up to my feet to go to my room, but then, I stopped. My gaze turned to the television again as I saw Mr Taylor’s picture appear on the news. “Please can you increase the volume?” I said to Richard, and he did. The feminine voice of the journalist echoed through the speaker. Then the shocker came. “…Breaking news Mr. Taylor Thomas Turner has been found dead in the federal detention room, where he was held by the FBI.

Aldwin’s half-naked body was found dead lying near the seashore by one of the resort's maintenance workers. Based on the first report of the police investigation, they found no signs of bruises or wounds on his body. Signs that Allen is also telling the truth. The police officers have confirmed that he was too drunk last night based on the CCTV footage they have gathered so far. “How about his phone? Did you find it?” I asked. At some point, I felt at ease after knowing the bastard was already dead. It must have been the karma that killed him.

I said to them, signaling the Werecats holding the Alphas down to let them go. They obeyed and allowed them to rise. Only Allen remained on his knees, still shocked by the news of his mother’s passing. “She’s gone?” He asked, lifting his head to look at me. I didn’t reply his question, but stared at him. “So, that video was true.” He chuckled, swaying his head. “I knew she committed that crime. It was clear in her eyes. That woman! Goddess, this is really amusing.” He laughed again. “Aren’t you sad that your mother is gone?” I questioned Allen, levitating my brow at him.

"I can’t..." Allen coughed off some blood as he tried to grasp for air, holding his dear life. He tried to look at Andrew’s expression, but it was hard for him to do so as he felt light-headed at the moment. His ears were buzzing and for the first time, he regretted being so talkative on the recording. He could die at any moment. "W-What are you doing?!" "Do it, Allen. Even if you don’t. I will just kill myself and there will be no one you could save for."

He inserted his dick into me and began to move fast and rough movements. When he did what he wanted, he left me motionless on the floor. "Hope you die slowly and painfully, bitch." he said and spat at me. The only thing I could see was that his partner Michael was standing up. Apparently the wound was only superficial. "Tom .." "Come on, Mike, let's get out of here. This bitch is dead anyway," he looked at me, knowing I was on the verge of death. They left me to die alone and helpless in that shack. He killed my husband in front of me. I stood there for hours, praying to die.

This time, he aimed for his hand, but the bullet hit him in his chest. In agony, Allen shouted Rodney’s name and closed his eyes. He could no longer say anything, but he was not dead yet. It was unknown to Rodney, that Allen had just dialed Claire’s number before he arrived at the cabin, and she had been listening to all that had transpired between the two of them through the call. She left where she was and came straight over to Bradford to take her husband to the hospital, and the doctors tried their best to revive him but he was only alive for a few hours.