Canserbero Death Scene Novels & Stories

What he saw in his barrel lens surpassed the first vision he had and instantly made him lose his mind. Instead of seeing the old couple die, he saw himself holding Margaux in his arms as they both bathed in their own blood. "Cazatta!" he gritted. . . . AS ROME EXPECTED, the news about Senator Luis Brambilla's 'untimely death' was already all over the news by the following afternoon. The reports mentioned about two dead bodies retrieved from Grande Casa while hugging each other. However, seeing his work on TV wasn't exactly what was bothering Rome.

His hand was trembling with emotions he could barely contain. "We did it," Aser whispered. "We survived." Aser looked at her with the tenderness he reserved only for her. "I was terrified," Aser admitted. "When you went in the water, I thought I lost everything." "You can't get rid of me that easily," Cassie smiled weakly. "Cane is dead," Aser said, saying the words as if trying to manifest them into reality. "He has to be." "Kael said the blood loss was a lot." Cassie said. "He can't possibly survive that. Nobody can."

It was so much more than I could handle. I clutched my hair and buried my face in the covers. I wanted to unhear what Nero had just told me. It was unbelievable. “Serena…” Nero whispered as he held me tightly. I finally broke down for the first time since Lily started acting weird and things stopped adding up. “How did they die?” “They were shot in the head, execution style. It looks like a professional hit, and it’s likely the police won’t find anything. I have hired the best forensic expert to help them find even a little bit of evidence.”

There are still others out there that has to be reaped by the angel of death. On the news: "Good morning, Bill. We're here in Fahrenheit compound where the famous action novel author resides. At five in the morning today, Cheryl Cambert, wife of Henry Cambert, a renowned author, was found dead in their bath tub. Initial coroner's report shows that she died of drug overdose. Although all angles are considered, investigators seemed certain that she committed suicide." Beth Surrey, TV 6 field's reporter said on tv. "But, people have a different thought about it, Beth." Bill Smith, the TV 6 newscaster stated.

So we either had to build pretty much double what we were planning or get Baros to go away. “I wanted to call you and hopefully give you an update before you saw it on the news,” Cano responded, ignoring my question. “Have things with Baros escalated?” “Baros is dead.” I froze, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, forcing people to go around me, but I didn’t even notice. “Please tell me you had nothing to do with that,” I growled in a low voice. “Of course not. Though I can’t say it never crossed my mind.”

I don’t know if it’s the sight of blood that scares her or the thought that I might have just killed someone. Letting go, the body falls over Danilo, and Chase withdraws to go stand guard at the side, I walk around the chair, kick the body to make space, and sit back on the now empty space. Standing in front with his back to me, Carlos Cancio faces the room, a gun in one hand, a bloody knife in the other, and the blood of his fallen enemy dripping from his clothes and skin. “Who would like to be next?” I ask still smiling.

Until she wrapped her arms and her scent around me. “Connor… Connor… Ohmygod Connor.” She sobbed against my chest. The metallic scent of blood was all around us. My eyes locked on what was left of Botero. It was a horrific scene and the worst part was – I caused this. Slowly, Cassie pulled away from me, her face pale. The proximity to death, blood dripping from my chin onto my chest. It was too much for her to take in. I got out of the car and heard her retching behind me.

They're arguing, Diamente will win. "It won't be safe," Dr. Marino says. I hear a ding. An elevator. The wheels bump as they cross the threshold and I feel my side again. My head lolls and I open my eyes, or I think I do, and I see Fernando Mancini. I see his dead eyes. See the knife in his throat. I put it there. I killed him. The doors swoosh open and we're rolling again. A few minutes later, we're outside. I feel it in the change of temperature, in the fresh, not chemically scented air.

Without hesitation, he put the call on speaker. “Boss,” Marco’s voice crackled through the line, tight with frustration. “We tracked down the second source. The one who was supposed to have solid dirt on Viktor Kane’s handler.” Luciano’s fingers flexed around the whiskey glass, knuckles whitening. “And?” “Dead, sir. Single shot to the back of the head, professional. No struggle. And they left their signature right on the body.” A heavy pause. Luciano’s eyes met mine across the kitchen island, cold and unreadable. “Black feather.”

I was barely alive when I was rushed through the emergency entrance. In my daze, I saw Alessio passing by me with Camelia still in his arms. Throughout the whole process, he never once looked back at me. The doors to the emergency room slowly closed, and the urgent beeping of machines could be heard. The doctor was frantically shouting something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I began to lose consciousness. As I faced death, there was only one thought in my mind. "Alessio, I can never marry you now. Will my death sadden you?"