Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

His shoulders relaxed as he sighed and nodded. “Get… some rest,” Candido said. I turned away from him. “You too.” The day of Claire’s funeral came faster than I imagined it would, but when I descended the stairs, Allen was in the foyer alone shouting at the police. “What the hell do you mean she’s gone?” Allen yelled. “How the hell—You son of—” “Allen,” Candido called, coming into the foyer. “Yelling won’t help.” Allen turned sharply. His gaze fell on me. His eyes turned glossy and he hurried away. Colin looked between Candido and Allen before hurrying after his uncle.

“Not at the cost of someone’s life...” “Have you been set free, Mr. Allen? Have the charges been dropped against you?” “What happened in the courtroom today, Mr. Allen?” “I was...” he began. There was a loud sound, and everyone turned to look behind him. The doors opened forcefully, and Angela burst through them. She was slightly disoriented. Tears gushing out of her eyes. “They killed him. They didn’t want him to speak the truth, they threatened him, and now they have finally killed him.”

Zadkiel. Allen couldn't help smiling while reading the young man's short letter. “Then I won't hesitate to use your kitchen young man...” he mumbled to himself happily and headed straight towards the kitchen. After half an hour, he was already done cooking but the woman of his life haven't had woken up yet. He walked towards the living and opened the television to watch some news. “Flash report! Five men were reported lifeless in the alley! The medics declared that they were possibly poisoned to death as their mouths were continuously foaming...” A female voice of a reporter ranged through Allen’s ears and it caught his immediate attention.

“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!?”

Allan laughed and walked easily from the small room to the table, where the others were still concentrating on Barbara's stories, of how she had been suffocated, almost to death. Honestly, when she said, smiling and looking at my bodyguard, that what came to her mind when she thought about dying was that her ex would be waiting for her at the door of eternity and she thought about coming back, I thought she was doing it. grace. After all, who, before dying, would think about their fucking ex-boyfriend. But her, Barbara, so nothing could be doubted. Nothing, literally... Not even that she would actually shoot me if she had a gun. Not that I was afraid of her. Okay, a little bit, I confess.

Some were to investigate Jessica and her daughter and others were sent to Timothy. They were to take records of the people they have called, visited and made any form of transaction with. When Allen arrived home, Nicole was eager to know what happened. She had been waiting for him to return and give her the feedback of all that has happened. Alex has long changed from his corporate wear to casual clothes. He was eager to hear what happened himself. Allen lingered a little, taking alcohol until Nicole asked him if he wasn't going to talk to her about what happened. " There was a little accident and Zhou is dead.." Allen sounded casual but Nicole stared at him with surprise. What about her aun

before he could even finish his words, sharp claws sank into him from behind, puncturing through him so that the wolf's claws came out on the other side. Allen groaned. I watched in horror as blood spilled from Allen's lips, his almost lifeless gaze was still on mine. He couldn't speak but his eyes were urging me to run, pleading with me to save myself and flee from this place. As the wolf retracted his claws from Allen, he stumbled to the ground but I reached for him before he crashed against the earth. He fell right into my arms. His blood smeared my dress and his body had begun to lose its warmth. With one last weak glance at me, the gate of his eyes jammed shut, and he was dead. Allen wa

Something cold splashed on to my bare feet, making me flinch back to see the corpse now sprawled out on my porch. I didn’t scream when I saw him. The man’s eyes had been cut out. His mouth hung open as well, and I saw that he also didn’t have a tongue. Someone had been kind enough to nail them to the door. Arms came around me and I got dragged backward as the guard, Barry, radioed for back up as well as my father. The dog started barking. I knew Alex had me, because he bothered to try and cover my eyes. I didn’t let him. I recognized the dead man. Harrison. Barry confirmed it as he responded into his radio.

"The plan to get rid of me. I found out because I had someone keep an eye on your father. I was watching everything. The accident they planned for me to die in? I wasn't in that car. I made sure my wife was in the car instead." I freeze. "What?" "The accident happened," Barry says, his voice hollow. "She died. And because of how the car went up in flames, because I was supposed to be in the car, everyone thought I died as well." "Oh my God," I whisper. "Knowing your father and his brothers would come after me, I disappeared," Barry continues. "Although I've always kept tabs on your dad. On his life. Everything he's been doing. But I just disappeared from the scene."

Lola hinted on him and I understood she was talking about Arthur. "Where is Aaron Knight?" I asked out of blue before my brain to register it. "He is dead." Lola whisper but I hear her which made me to gape at her with a parted mouth. Dead?!