Novel & Cerita Black Widow's Death

he said in a sad tone. I felt sadness enveloping me like I was feeling his pain and trust me it wasn't a nice feeling. "How did she die?" I asked. For the first time since I came here, I asked how she died. I knew she was dead but I never bothered to know how she died. What a callous daughter I am! "She was poisoned by the most dangerous poison, Lovi. It is very dangerous to werewolves and she died. No one saw who did it or where he passed, the person was just so untraceable." he explained.

Bastien kissed Kate’s cheek. —I’ll go check on something; I’ll be with Lucca. —Ok, no problem, love. —I’ll be right back. —Bastien went over to Lucca. —Sir, the hacker we hired emptied the Black Widow’s accounts. When the guys found out Kate was in a coma, they swept through the city and dismantled the weapons warehouse. One of our informants said the woman behind all this is Damiano’s wife. —I thought that bastard was alone.

The silver burns more painfully than I expected death to feel. They gripped the chains tightly around my wrists, my ankles, my throat. Each link searing into my skin like liquid fire, eating through flesh until I can smell my own burning. I should be screaming. I think I was, moments ago. Now there's only the wind rushing past my ears as I fall, and the strange clarity that comes when you know these are your final seconds. Widow's Peak earned its name for a reason. Seventy-three widows, the pack history says. Seventy-three women who threw themselves from this cliff rather than live without their mates.

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"

“I am not a murderer. I am not a monster. I am the Queen. And Queens do not kill the defenseless.” Elena stared at me, shock and disbelief flickering in her silver eyes. But before she could speak, the poison surged. Her body convulsed violently, her back arching off the broken throne. A strangled scream tore from her throat, echoing through the throne room like a dying bird. And then, she went still. The black veins faded. Her silver eyes glazed over. Elena Ashford was dead. I stood there, the silver light fading, the dagger heavy in my hand. The throne room was silent. The blood moon hung low in the sky, casting a final, crimson glow over the fallen serpent.

I whispered, unable to breathe properly. “You’re the reason he’s dead,” she continued, pointing at me. “Ever since he married you, his life turned upside down. You brought him bad luck. You drained him.” “That’s not true,” I cried, shaking my head. “I loved him. I...” She lunged for me again, but hands rushed between us, grabbing her arms, pulling her back as the room erupted into chaos. “She killed him!” she shouted as they dragged her away. “This woman killed my son!”

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

The couple were killed by Venom as he can no longer act as their puppet and manage the little given to him, the couple were old and he was the one who carried out the operations and still they gave him little. The little money infuriates him as he strangles them with his bare hand, since they were assassins and no one was living with them, their body was tossed into the river by Venom and from there he came to America. He acts low-key and Viola was not his first customer as he is the one who also made Viola get into an accident that led to her having surgery. Even after the post was deleted, the public still demanded a press conference. They wanted to hear from Drake Valentino personally if

“I’ll tell you all about it later. I have to go back before he suspects me.” “Are you sure about this, Rose?” A part of me isn't, but that part is the same one who cried for the bastard after he left me. That part is the one that was broke after I listened to Ethan's plans for my family. So no, that part won’t handle this. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I slipped my hand into my bag and grabbed the small medicine bottle. Drinking wine won't be the same again for him. I've heard stories about the black widow spider who kills her mate after mating. I found it fascinating how she followed her instinct, even if it meant killing her husband. We're the same that way.