Carter Davis Happy Death Day Novels & Stories

It was a bloody scene, I looked at Samantha, the sight seemed to affect her but in few seconds, she was back to that lady she was, her eyes fierce and sharp. "He died just few minutes ago." Davis said to me. "His exact words were 'I am sorry, I am the mole truly but I never really wanted to get involved in it, I was really tempted and I was just being selfish but instead of dying in the hands of Alpha Kayden, I would rather take my own life." Davis quoted his words.

The next morning, Nathan gave Erika a passionate kiss before he left for work. As soon as he was gone, Erika quickly packed her things and set a time with Harry to meet at the airport. I had to go to the company with Nathan, but the moment we arrived, reporters from different media outlets blocked our way. “Mr. Clinton, do you have any comments on your sister’s death?” “Mr. Clinton, we heard that you do charity work to help poor girls. Why did you make your sister sell roses on Valentine’s Day?”

Merry Smith did not accept the preferential treatment given by J. Carter to Ann. But he dared not challenge J. Carter openly. On the other hand, Ann Davis was a nobody. She's just the woman J. Carter was currently close to. Of course, if Merry humiliated Ann in public, J. Carter could hate her and throw her away. A handsome, wealthy, and powerful man like J. Carter would quickly tire of a woman like Ann Davis. Merry only needed to find Ann's weakness and destroy it in public before the woman established a relationship with the officials in the office.

He’s… dead. “He’s dead, Rose,” Carter repeats, his voice low and numb. “He actually did it. Shot himself in the head.” I crumble, my knees hitting the cold marble floor, my body shaking violently, sobs tearing out of me like they’ve been waiting my whole life to escape. “No… no… it’s not real…” My voice is ragged, breaking into a scream, every word jagged with grief. “Shhh, shhh,” Carter murmurs, dropping to his knees beside me. His arms wrap around me, unyielding, holding me as I fall apart completely. “It’s okay… it’s okay…”

“Same as Catilyn. My sister” “Oh..” I managed to say. I hadn't even matched the dates before now. “It was a crazy night” “Yes, it was” he took another sip of his coffee, “And depressing too” “I wouldn't say I was delighted but I was relieved.” Carter studied me with his eyebrow raised, “Did you hate your dad?” “Something like that” I said. He only shrugged. “How did he die?” “Drunk driving” I said and he almost choked on his coffee.

Just as she does, I fall to the floor and I let out a gutwrenching cry. Robert tries his possible best to comfort me as clsoes the distance between us, kneels on the ground and pulls me in his arms. I look up at him as I sob loudly and his eyes are full with sorrow, they are teary and threatens to pour out a river of tears at any moment. “I am just learning that the dead individual is identified as Chadwick and is known for working with a dangerous assassin that goes by the name of Jen Davis.” I hear the reporter’s voice and I scream until my throat hurts.

The charges stuck. Tax evasion. Illegal content distribution. His platform vanished. His agency collapsed under pressure. As for Leo Carter, more than ten years. The security captain went down with him. Time was the only thing left for them to spend. ...... A month later, I stood in front of my grandmother’s grave. The air was quiet. A soft wind moved through the trees. I placed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums at the base of the headstone. In the photograph, she was smiling.

"Ladies, he's at peace now. Please, compose yourselves. This uproar won't bring him comfort in the beyond." Evelyn lunged for the control panel, jabbing buttons futilely. When nothing budged, she clawed at the staff member. "Extinguish it. My son's alive in there! He's not gone yet!" The staff member brandished the death certificate, his brow creased. "This for the Cook family?" I stepped forward calmly. "Yes, that's my father, Hank Cook." "Paperwork checks out. Official death cert right here," he replied.

The minute they got there, they killed the engines, and walked out. "It doesn't ever change, does it?" Davis asked staring into the horizon. "No. It really never changes. It still hurts." Greg replied looking down at a gravestone, inscribed, Here lies James Brown, father, husband and brother. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death. 1882-1918

He smiled caressing her head. "Then its a no, we never had and never will force you for something you don't want to do." This brought a sense of relief in heart as she finally nodded at him. "Ok, I will meet him." Meanwhile Cyril sat on his office's chair watched the big screen displaying the news which he didn't actually expected to come so soon, "Joe Davies committed Suicide." This was the headlines and that was what Cyril wanted, a sense of dark joy spread over his heart watching the news.