Carol Peletier Death Novels & Stories

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Carl sitting on the sofa waiting for her. "You haven't slept yet?" Amelia walked slowly to his side. Carl looked back, a faint smile on his lips: "I was waiting for you. So, did you find Janet?" Mentioning Janet, Amelia's eyes darkened: "Janet has been killed. I was too late." Carl's gaze fell on the girl's stunning face: "That's truly a shame. The only people you can't save are those who have stopped breathing." Amelia's eyes were calm: "It must have happened a couple of days ago. If I'd found her sooner, she might not have been tortured to death."

"By the time the final mission ended, it was the anniversary of Tallulah's death and birth. I got back and Caroline was a mess, such a mess I again hide away from everything and tried concentrating on her. I was too late though. One night a week later she took Katy, she hated me for leaving her to grieve alone. So, she took my sister, Katy didn't have her seatbelt on, I spent hours driving around searching." "I then found the car, I ran to it, seeing the driver’s seat empty, but Katy was no longer in the car. Somehow, or for some reason she didn't have a seatbelt on, and the speed and impact of the car hitting the wall threw her forward. They said she died instantly, the impact and trauma to

She was investigating the truth seriously, so how did it turn into something like this? Violet took a look back. She was unsure if Carl could extract any evidence from Lia. By the time Carl had finished the interrogation, Violet had already calmed down. Moving closer, she asked, "How did it go? Any results?" Carl's expression did not look good. "She's dead." "W-What …?" Violet's eyes widened in shock. "She died the same way as the previous assassins," he said. "So, she's not a traitor?" she asked.

The second Megan finished speaking, Colette had returned. She had finally collected her emotions. However, her eyes were still red as she had cried just now. Noticing that Megan was with Louis, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had been anxious to answer the call, so she didn't notice if anyone was behind her. On the way back, she was worried that Megan had followed her. Colette rubbed her eyes and did not ask Louis if Megan had been there the whole time. Instead, she said with sadness, "A good friend of mine from high school just passed away."

“It’s in the past, sweetheart. Kelley’s come a long way from the boy he used to be.” Andrea stood up and brought out a bottle of scotch from the pantry cupboard. “We might as well drink and share since we’re not going anywhere real soon.” “Juliana died when Kelley was almost eighteen. They’d been at a party and on their way home they were in a car accident. Juliana died and Petey Johnson, the boy who was driving the other car, got away with it even though he was drunk.” Marley nodded her head. “Six years later Kelley cut Petey’s brake lines and watched as he crashed his car and Petey ended up paralyzed.”

Charlene was dead? The person who held secrets about her father… was dead!? “She died from rat poisoning. Her cell mates claimed that she had become so hungry that she would pick up things from the floor to eat. She accidentally ingested some rat poison this way, and by the time her cell mates returned, she was gone. Deirdre clutched the edge of her blanket tightly. Her mind blanked. ‘How did this happen? She just… died like that, so suddenly.’

The TV in the corner caught my attention as the breaking news banner flashed across the screen. “This is just in. Marissa Carter Bianca has passed away. She was involved in a tragic car accident and died on scene. She was on her way to Blue Mall while dodging a truck, her car lost control, swerved off the road and hit a concrete block. Witnesses say she was overspeeding.” The news anchor announced. I sat up slightly, my heart kicking against my ribs. Marrisa is dead?! Some random guy said how the car flew off the road. The news anchor kept going.

Curt’s jaw ticked. Keiral blinked. Once. Twice. Chase looked down at his shoes. And that’s when I knew. “No,” Curt said, voice lower than before. “No kids.” I frowned. “Oh.” Keiral’s soda hissed when she tightened her grip on it. “Haylee died three years ago.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn’t breathe. Couldn’t. “What?” I asked. Curt didn’t meet my eyes. “Car accident. Pack run gone wrong. She was, she didn’t make it.”

"Jeannie Cooper, you're under arrest for the theft of important medical property. You'll need to come with us." The two officers pulled her to her feet. She struggled desperately and twisted around to glare at me. "Carson! One day, you'll regret this! I swear I'll never let you get away with it!" I stood where I was and watched as she was dragged out of the office. "Don't worry. You'll never get that chance." … Elliot died a week later. His body had deteriorated so badly that there was hardly a patch of healthy skin left. He died in extreme pain, struggling for breath until the very end.

32 By the time I returned to London, my unquenchable thirst for revenge knew no limits. The first few weeks were nothing but funerals. I even managed to attend the funeral of Pierre Clavell; Madame Charlotte Julien's absence did not go unnoticed, but what the congregation didn't know was that the day after the explosion, she passed away peacefully in her sleep. Another link in the chain, broken.