Canserbero Death Scene Novels & Stories

His forehead was covered in blood, which blended with the rain and smeared across his entire face. Eli stood apart from all of it. He didn't even cry as he watched the doors close. He just stood in the rain as he watched the whole cremation process. I floated in the air, taking it all in. I then looked at Eli—his face pale but still full of life—and at the space above his head. It was completely empty now. That damned countdown had vanished. I broke into a smile, thinking that it was truly wonderful. I was glad that Eli was still alive, as it meant that my death hadn't been completely in vain.

Everyone wanted to know what that message I saw before the fall meant. Some said the Cassano Family forced me. Some said it was pre-wedding panic. Others felt something way more off. *** Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Cesare had no clue the livestream was spiraling. His eyes stayed locked on the "body" they'd just found. He dropped to his knees in the freezing snow, clutching the corpse with Noemi's face, refusing to let go. His cheek pressed against the icy wedding gown. Anyone who stepped close got shoved back.

Tens of thousands of people signed petitions demanding that I pay for Marianne's life. The police then presented surveillance footage from our residential complex in court. The video clearly showed my car entering the underground garage at 7:00 pm. It showed me taking the elevator to the tenth floor. Even neighbors living on the same floor testified that they had heard me cursing at Marianne and beating her inside the apartment. Then, ten minutes later, a sickening crash echoed through the house. Right on cue, Marianne plummeted from the balcony. She died on impact. With all that evidence stacked against me, I was sentenced to death in court.

My breath caught. On the massive screen, grainy black-and-white from a hidden angle: the night Ronan killed Cassius. No…

He stilled for a moment as our gazes met. “Do you know what that is?” I shook my head, too frightened to speak. “How did you kill it?” “Me?” I gasped and turned back to look at the corpse, then at Candido. The driver walked towards it and poked the beast with a shake of his head. “T-There’s no way I killed it.” Candido tilted his head, staring at me. “Allen?” The man turned back and nodded. “Dead. I can’t make out her scent on it from the rain, but it’s dead.”

That bitch is dead! "You should thank me. Because now you can finally live happily with Carlos Fernandez, your true love, until death fetches you both" Kenzo said with a flat face, he stared at Bianca's body disgustedly. Kenzo took out a handkerchief from his pocket, then he wiped his hands as if they had been holding animal dung. After that, Kenzo looked back at the face of Bianca who had become a corpse, a lopsided smile on his lips. "And the two of you will join together in the ground!"

Cillian The memories I had with Bernando clouded my mind, I couldn't stop feeling bad for him, I looked at his bloody corpse on the cold white tile and felt pained that he had to die in my hands, but he caused his death, and his blood his on his hand, the mafia code can't be reverse because of one man, what would my men think of me if I let him live, what's the assurance he wouldn't come back to hunt me, blood ooze out his forehead, I hardened my emotions not to betray me, he needed money for Gwen surgery he should have told me about it, I would have let him have it in exchange for his hard work and loyalty, that I would do for my men, I watch his corpse laying helplessly on floor, Ethan rip

He saw the camera and ran. Carmela was admitted to the psych ward three hours after Bianca's death. They found her in the chapel, trying to slit her wrists with a broken champagne flute. I ate my sandwich. I drank my coffee. I watched the news cycle spin. Then I walked to the morgue. ... They were there. Of course they were. Vincenzo stood against the wall, no guards, no cigar. He wore a suit that didn't fit—bought off the rack, not tailored. He looked at the floor, not at the body bag.

Favio moves ahead of me on high alert. When we get downstairs, I notice how Camillo is still there in the same spot. I keep Daisy's face down on my shoulder and call out to him, "Camillo? We need to go." He stays silent for a moment before responding, "His heart stopped. Not that long after you went upstairs, it just... stopped beating." Gerardo wasn't going to make it. We all knew that, but it doesn't make this any less painful. Camillo still has his head on Gerardo’s chest. The blood from Gerardo’s body now covers Camillo' face and clothes.

The Loudspeakers then gave out our 'Autopsy Report'. "Contestant Ceáser Balad. Status: Deceased. Time of his death: 11:45 PM. Cause of his death: Blood Loss Caused by a Fatal Stab Wound. Based on these facts, you may collect alibis and prepare for his...trial." Was the information given out by the Loudspeaker, before shutting off. I hurried to write down the file information, while everyone else looked among themselves and ate.