Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

The specific quiet of a space that had been abandoned in a hurry — papers scattered, a laptop open on the desk where Richard had sat across from me, the screen displaying transaction logs that someone had been frantically attempting to execute. And on the floor near the window, a man. Older than Richard. Thinner. Dressed in the same understated, expensive way the Ashford men apparently dressed. Not moving. Alan reached him first. Checked for a pulse. His expression, when he looked up, told me everything before he spoke. "He's dead," Alan said. "How," I said. Kai crouched beside the body, his attention moving across the scene with the focused efficiency of someone cataloguing rather than reac

"W-what?" "Allen didn't die because he was sick" Dominic said and Adelynn parted her lips, confused. "If he didn't-" Chloe cut her off. "Jensen killed him by suffocating him to death on the hospital bed. Then, he made sure that this secret was not exposed. He only told me because he believed that I was going to die"

Matthew had come back for him, and Melody was to go to the event with his wife, Amy. So Allan was now here at the event, wishing he wasn’t, tired of being bombarded with questions as to where he was, false concern as to how he holding up, and hypocritical interest as to what he was going to do now that he was back in the world of the living. They wanted Allan Sinclair, billionaire, businessman extraordinaire. What they didn’t seem to realize was that man wasn’t back and never would be. He’d died in that fire with Riana. All that was left of him was a shadow. “Nothing but a shadow, that’s what I am.”

She was getting tense. “You won't die. You have so many more years to spend with us until you are ready to go. You need to understand that I love that lady, and like I promised you, I'll fight till the end. With or without your support,” Allen declared with a pointed stare at her. Barbara felt her chest tighten at his statement.

I allowed Joseph to see the real me and I knew that he would hear the truth in my words. “Allen Hall is dead. He got struck by lightning that came from my hands after he kidnapped and tortured me,” I said to him and he looked at me in wonder.

Fallon "Old Barry is dead." I woke up to that news. It surprised me how quickly Jaguar took action. Now, the mansion is busy preparing for his funeral. It wasn't a surprise to them that I didn't participate much, since we didn't end on a good note, but I did put some effort into looking for a black outfit. Two solemn days later, it was Old Barry's funeral. Jett was deadpan the past few days, probably in shock at what had transpired a little while after they dropped him off at the club. While I tried my best to look mournful.

He tries to tune out all her words but they attacked his head like hornets, buzzing and stinging and insisting to be let in. “No,” he tries to say again, but the nurse breaks all the barriers he created between him and Allie’s disappearance. “That’s simply not true.” “I didn’t expect you to not know,” the nurse continues, her tone softening. Andrew can’t tell if it’s from disappointment or concern. “But Allie is dead. She’s been dead for a month now. I’m sorry you weren’t there and you didn’t know.”

he inquires further. “No, I don’t think so.” I say, my stomach twisting. Why do I have a strange feeling that Liam isn’t telling me something I need to know? There’s silence on the other end and I hate whenever Liam does this, but after knowing him for so many years, I know that he’s finding a better way to deliver whatever he wants to say gently. A minute passes but I probe him. “Liam?” “Barbara is dead.” He says almost too quickly and I freeze. Arya probably heard this because she squeezes my hand gently, I look at her, gulping down nothing.

He bent over and looked at his apprentice in confusion. Barry's tears rolled down his cheeks as he cried, "My whole family's dead. Mother, Father… They're all gone. I thought the rest of my life would be like this, but here you are. It's great to know you're alive, sir.” He was overjoyed, a clear indication that he had gone through a lot recently. Adrian helped Barry to his feet and asked, "What happened to you?"

I can't imagine the torture they had gone through just living with that family. Getting to the penthouse, we both came down from the car and made our way into the house. I asked one of the Beckers to take Anna to J while I answered a call. Allen has been calling me for sometime now. News must have gotten to him that James was dead. “Allen, my friend,” “When did you say you're leaving Pennsylvania?” He asked immediately, causing me to burst into laughter. “That should be some hours from now, why?” “And how many people do you plan to murder from now till then?” He asked again