Carol Peletier Death Novels & Stories

“Breaking news: The police have now released a statement confirming the bodies of three out of the four passengers inside a Porsche convertible…” I groaned, reaching for the remote. “That’s it. I’m turning it off.” But the next words froze me in place. And Reese too. “Celebrity lawyer and businesswoman Penelope Valentine has been confirmed dead. She is said to have been the most impacted by the crash that happened just last night on a highway here in Florida and was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.” The remote slipped from his fingers. I looked at Reese. His expression had gone completely still. I turned back to the screen, my stomach dropping.

“Mikial mentioned she was staring at the picture of the artist when the first shot shattered the windows.” “And?” “I went back to the gallery and I looked at the picture we have on display.” Roman paused for a second then added, “Pepper and the artist share the same color and shape of the eyes. Also the hair color may be different but they have the same curly hair too.” Yuri pondered this information for a moment then asked, “So do you think Pepper is related to this woman Jessie Carter?” Roman shrugged as he replied, “She was found the day after Carter died in a fire over in Chalmette.”

“Hey, speaking of Adam, do you have any news about him?” “Adam’s preparing for a burial.” “Whose burial?” I questioned, surprised. “Is that why he still hasn’t come back?” “Carlie died yesterday.” I caught my mouth. “Oh, my God.” I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. I even thought of bad things about her. “I’m so sorry,” I said, expressing a regret. “What happened?” “She had complications from her injuries.” “I’m really sorry, Henry. She was your stepmother.”

She crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, and I felt a burning pain rip through my heart. Margaret had treated him like her own son all these years, never once neglecting him. Not even the wicked would hurt their own. Didn't Calvin fear the price he'd have to pay? After drilling a large hole into the casket, the bodyguards finally pried it open. Inside, they found nothing but a death certificate. "Clarissa Levine. Female. "Cause of death: Car accident, ruptured spleen. "Died: August 30th, 2023." That was exactly three days before Calvin came to the ward looking for me.

BREAKING NEWS: HEIRESS VIVIENNE BELLEROSE DIES IN A CAR ACCIDENT. The newscaster's voice, deep and sharp, boomed as he began to convey the horrible news to the public. "Good day, everyone. On today's breaking news from Valterre City. . . the heiress of the Bellerose Frangrance, Vivienne Bellerose, has tragically passed away in a car accident. According to sources from the family, Vivienne had embarked on a trip several days ago, with plans to return soon after, but communication with her had abruptly ceased. An intensive search ensued, leading to the horrifying discovery of her car submerged in the Valterre River, having apparently veered off course, skidding down the cantilevered road to Va

“Hello? I need to ask about Carol Lane, who was with us that day. Where did she go?” “Carol Lane? She’s dead. She was stabbed through the chest and died instantly. There was nothing we could do. You’re a family. Why did you wait so long to contact us?”

“I’m sorry. This is sad news for all of us. He was a good man, the best Hand to the King the Reigns has ever had…” The more I heard her speak, the more tears poured out from my eyes and the more I squeezed her arms. And the more I got angry. My mum sniffed. “He will be—” I shot her my sore gaze, interrupting her speech at once. “How did he die, mum?” I asked her. “How did Carlot die?!” I slowly rose to my feet and my mum joined me. “He was.. he was poisoned, Isla,” she said.

He hung up. "What's going on?" "Cupcake, I got to go. I'm sorry, I want you to be able to sleep, but Simon needs me." "Jackson, what's happening?" "Carolone… she… she's dead." "What?! How?" Tears filled my eyes, not out of sadness really, just out of shock.

And then there were the neighbors, people who didn't really know Charles, but showed up anyway—for the performance, for the power proximity and the pictures. Genevieve stood beside the priest as he recited hollow words, her face was a mask of stoic beauty. Not a single tear escaped because beneath the silk veil draped over her eyes, she wasn’t just mourning, she was also watching and studying the people around her. Somewhere in the crowd, she was certain, stood the person responsible for his death. Her husband Charles, had died in a car accident. That’s what they had called it. Brake failure. A tragic mechanical malfunction that couldn’t be avoided. Except Charles never drove. Not unless his

"Apparently, Carlo had a heart attack this afternoon and died at his house in Miami." I stare blankly at him, taking in the news. Not that I cared too much about Carlo because I damn well know he didn’t like me. When I took over the Saints, he didn’t agree with me being the new boss. So, faster than lightning, he retired and moved to Miami with his wife and daughter. He had worked with Dante’s father for longer than I’ve been alive. He had good networking and good insight on how things were done, so it was a great loss to our businesses.