Novel & Cerita Canserbero Death Scene

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

Was this how little I meant to him? Rage surged through me like a wildfire, turning my eyes bloodshot. Caroline, the culprit behind my death, was sitting right here in my very home while my fiancé erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate her. And me? My corpse was now lying somewhere, cold and blue. The cruelest part was that Jerome didn't even believe I was dead. … After dinner, Jerome stood alone on the balcony with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His other hand swiped restlessly across his phone screen.

I will make them pay. Carmen's spirit hovered above the scene, weightless and detached. She could see her broken body lying in a pool of her own blood, lifeless and still. Nearby, the truck driver paced frantically, his phone pressed to his ear as he made urgent calls-likely for an ambulance or the police.

“We deserve better than this.” I kissed him. “Whatever you decide, I’m with you.” “Even if it means…” “Even if.” I meet his eyes. “You and me. Always.” _ _ _ _ _ _ NIKOLAI POV I’m outside smoking when I see it. TV in the cantina across the street. News playing. I walk closer. Squint at the screen. The pier. San Francisco. Aerial footage of the explosion. “authorities confirm at least thirty dead in what appears to be a gang-related massacre. Among the deceased”

Bernardo. He was clean-cut, his dark suit still crisp despite the chaos. He smiled as he approached, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. Brandon was surprised to see him hale and healthy. How come he was alive? Lucas had shot him and they saw him fall. “Colby,” he said smoothly. “You’ve been a very difficult man to kill.” Brandon’s muscles tensed, but he didn’t react. Bernardo stopped in front of him, tilting his head. “No last words?”

In the end, she failed to hold on and fainted. "Mom!" "Sophia!" While they panicked, I walked towards the cell phone Mark had dropped. The screen was showing a still image from a video. Although some parts of it were censored, I could tell right away that it was the Carpenters' living room. It was the place where I had died. The video captured gory footage of Caleb beating me violently. At the end of the video, when Caleb stopped, the attentive viewers noticed that the body of the victim, who was me, didn't move at all. In fact, my chest no longer rose and fell.

The video that had been recorded by Caleb and his men showed nothing else but Ben struggling before his death! Watching the video, Thomas’ blood ran cold.

The sachet of instant coffee went into the mug of hot water, and still nothing. Wait— I moved closer to the screen to make sure I was seeing what they were displaying properly. "Kael Romano, who is suspected to be part of the infamous Mancini Mafia, was declared dead an hour ago after getting into a major accident while being pursued by the police." I read the display again and tried to make sense of it. He was dead. Ho- The word got caught in my throat as the video of a car blowing up showed on the TV immediately. It was on fire, the firefighters moving in, and I felt the mug in hand drop to the floor when I saw the paramedics bring out a burnt body.

The blood hadn’t dried yet. Sera stood at the center of Marcus DeSanti’s grand estate—now a crypt echoing with death. His body lay lifeless on the cold cellar floor, a red pool seeping outward like a broken promise. The silence that followed was not peace. It was aftermath. Valerio stood beside her, his hand still loosely gripping the gun. For a long time, neither of them spoke. The moment was too thick, too sharp. Like the pause before a final note in a requiem.

said Sylvie and Bianca’s heart went out to the older woman, who would have defended Cian against all odds. She reached for Sylvie and hugged her. Barry was already on his feet, on his phone, finding out where Terry was. When he turned, his face was bleak. Bianca stiffened, a protective arm around Syl’s shoulders, Cian on her lap. “What…?” she began. but she had a premonition even before Barry opened his mouth. “They found his body. In the canal off Cross Street,” said Barry grimly. Bianca’s face whitened.