Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

“I worked with him; I nearly passed out in front of him, and he took me to the doctor. He stayed by my side when they did the ultrasound and then I found out I was pregnant. He was supposed to take me back to the packhouse so I could tell Aiden the news…” Aiden wrapped me in his arms, I buried my face in his chest and inhaled deeply, his scent wrapping around me like a blanket. “What ended up happening?” I finally asked, looking up at Aiden, my voice cracking slightly. “Where’s Allen?” Aiden looked hesitant upon answering that question; he looked at King Bennet who gave him a slight nod. Clearing his throat, Aiden looked back at me. “He’s dead,” Aiden told me. I was stunned.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

I don't know what Barry had told her, but she didn't want any mention of Emily. Emily looked like she was about to say something when my phone began to ring. It was Barry. “What's up?” I asked when I answered the call. “Boss, we just lost another huge amount of products and two of our men have been killed. You need to get back right now.”

In fact, we had a lovely day after the battle, with all our friends and volunteers and former trainees lounging on the beach and splashing around in the cool water. But something is bothering Orsina. She paces, agitated, which makes Zach worried and upset, and is quickly about to become a massive problem. “What’s wrong?” I ask her that evening, trying to put a calming, friendly arm around her shoulders. She shrugs me off and keeps pacing. “Barrett’s dead. Pretty sure Weston killed him. And now Weston is dead.” “I’m so sorry,” I say, wondering whether to reach out for her again or just keep my hands to myself. “You must be devastated, losing two Alphas like that so quickly.”

Berly never interrupted meetings unless something was seriously wrong. "Lola," I said quietly, "can we continue this tomorrow?" "Of course." She gathered her files and left without another question. The moment the door closed, I turned back to Berly. "What happened?" She hesitated before speaking. "It's Mr. Allen." My heart skipped. "He suffered a heart attack this morning. He's currently in the hospital. And..." She swallowed. "Mrs. Monroe and Mr. Mike have both been arrested in connection with the Blackwings investigation."

What’s more unsettling, during Bright’s one round-trip even, he stopped by at Margaret’s to find out she has also been gone since the swarming of the bee-ulletin people. “So, we have three unsolved murders and three missing people…so far,” Bright listed. “And all of them leads up to the company.” He felt the soft backhanded slap from Bright. “If we were to leave our positions, there would probably be more.” Inside the area they’re guarding, the vault withstood any and all of the butlers attempts and breaking it open: the technological advances, the tests of strength, and any other ingenuity that they could’ve thought. But of course, the Baron wasn’t having any of it; he put some of the lower

Luke said. "He died two hours ago" Melvin rasped and I felt my heart jolt painfully. No. No. No, not Allen. I sank to the ground, tears crawling down my cheeks. "Oh my God...." I choked. "But- he isn't totally dead" "What do you mean?" "Allen is a wanderer. I'm guessing you understand what I mean by the look on your face" Melvin said. "He's somewhat alive but there's a problem. Someone else attached a dark soul to his. Allen is missing. We have to find him before he starts murdering people"

“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.

“Mr. Queen, why do you think Mr. Yarde asked about the Allen family?” “It’s hard to say.” Jason shook his head. Jonathan wanted to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call in a slightly impatient manner. “What is it?” “Mr. Walker, Tony Turner from the Allen family is dead.” Jonathan stood up so abruptly that the chair toppled under him. He was incredulous. “How did he die!?”

They bore the same expressions, looking bored, and uninterested, but Astra can see the tension on their mouths, their shoulders. Astra never bothered to learn their name, only using their titles that they were so proud of. She straightens up, pushing her glasses up on her face. "Your Orderliness." she says, glancing around the room as Officers line up, weapons at ready. She senses the tension in the room, glancing around the room. "Is something the matter?" "We've been informed that you still have some of the projects running, and that Dr.Rogers has been found dead." Higher Up #5 says, her hands clasped on the table.