Breaking Dawn Carlisle Death Novels & Stories

Carl smiled in resignation, "I was the one who was almost dragging your feet. If you got into an incident, Zane would kill me." Nicole knew Carl was joking, and his concern was serious. Following this, she answered thoughtfully, "Has the scene been managed properly? What about Cara's body?" Carl's gaze reverted to its gloomy state, "Settled, and he is already dead."

My knuckles split, blood smeared across the concrete. I’d thought she’d died in an accident. Then I’d learned Carl had ordered it. Now—now I knew the worst: that she’d died believing I had betrayed her. That my choices, my deal with Carl, had been the weapon he used to break her spirit before he took her life. The door creaked. Skyla’s voice was soft, cautious. “Xavier?” I turned, chest heaving. She saw the blood on my hands, the storm in my face, and for once she didn’t flinch. She stepped closer, eyes steady.

*** (Present) Tears streamed down Erin's cheeks as she sipped her beer, sitting in the pool area with her friend Zach, preparing to share the rest of her story. "But that wasn't the reason why the police visited the mansion. Daryl died because he was involved in a street race. They were there to interview me. The worst part is he had no one racing against him. The police examined the cars used by Michael and our friends. They found no suspicion or any indication that their cars were speeding. They all went home." "You mean he raced alone, thinking he had an opponent?" Her lips trembled, and she couldn't continue the story.

I said. "You are right, Dominic..." Uncle Gavin replied. "I will send the words out; let's hope they accept..." Uncle Gavin said. Even so, I was quite sure they would accept, especially now after they witnessed Caleb's death. They all knew he was someone capable, raised by his mother, and yet he was taken down so easily. "I am still unable to reach Marc, Dominic, but I'm sure he is going to show up after he hears the news..." Uncle Gavin said.

"I think Chandler's dead." "What?" He exhales loudly. "This is what no one understands about Gordon Carlisle-Bent. He didn't get to be as powerful as he is because he's a nice guy. Now, he wants to do right by Tina, but that doesn't change what he is." "You're saying the old man..." I trail off, not quite believing what I'm hearing. "Had Chandler killed," he fills in, not missing a beat. "Murder? He may not be a nice guy but murdering his own son?"

“But Carl was always a coward. At the first sound of screams through the trees, he panicked. He abandoned his post entirely and ran to hide in the cellars like a frightened pup. The rogues poured right through his unguarded flank, making a straight line for the pack house. My mother shifted to fight them off... but she was completely outnumbered.” Drogo swallowed hard and the sound was painfully loud in the silent room. “By the time I realized Carl had deserted the line, it was too late. I found her bleeding out on the floor. She died right there in my arms.” “Oh, Drogo,” I gasped, my heart breaking entirely at the pain bleeding through his blank mask.

Carl held his father's gaze. "You have access to all my accounts, how is the court not sure that you hired them and now you just claim that…." Pop's started. "Father, from the day you pulled a bullet in mom's head, I swore that I was gonna let you rot in jail. I have proof for everything!" Carl stood up from the stand. Pops froze. He could not believe what Carl just said. Everyone knew that Rose died at Childbirth, 'how did he know?' There was horror in Pop's eyes.

Sarah POV Travis had called an emergency late-night meeting, so all of us except for Zane, me, Whitfield, and Wilson were on Zoom. Zane had to make the customary opening statements, even though we weren’t any sort of official group, but then he let Travis take over. “Dr. Louis Calvert is dead,” he announced. “A hit-and-run?” I asked, not able to help it. “No, though I was thinking that too when I first heard. No, a transformation infarction.” Travis looked away from the camera, I guessed at a laptop because I heard him typing.

Carl swore “Calm down Carl, you need to focus on Melanie’s recovery and not on the anger you feel towards Gary” Sophia encouraged “I know Sophia, but I can’t help but feel like I need to kill that bastard,” Carl poured angrily “He is dead already,” Wilson announced “What are you saying?” Carl asked facing Wilson “He gave up the ghost after he was brought into the hospital,” Wilson explained “That bastard! A slow and painful death would have suited him” Carl foamed in anger “There is nothing we can do now but hope Melanie recovers quickly, what is the doctor saying?” Wilson asked