Clara Oswin Oswald Death Novels & Stories

Her body trembled as Avi held her close. Avi didn’t ask. Not yet. She just held her until Clara pulled back, eyes red-rimmed and face pale. They sat in the corner booth, quiet for a long moment. Finally, Avi said gently, “What happened?” Clara stared down at the wooden table. Her voice was hollow when she spoke. “It was Richard Banks.” Avi blinked. “What?” “He ordered the crash. The one that killed my parents.” A beat of silence. “Alex’s father?” Avi asked, stunned.

he said for John to angrily speak again. “Acting this way can never bring Gladys back, it’s been almost three decades, and it can never bring her back,” John said for Clara to look away while Damien stopped and turned to look at him. “She died because of an accident but do you know what she was looking at that caused the accident?” He asked then walked closer to his father. “A naked photo of you and her on the bed.” He said pointing at Clara. “She died feeling betrayed,” he said parting his father's shoulder then left. John was stunned while Clara felt embarrassed so she stood up and left the dining room while old man Vladimir sighed dropping his cutleries.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received quite devastating news this minute. Oskar Wallin, the ice hockey star, has just suffered a terrible accident that will leave him paralyzed for the rest of his life. Note that days ago, Mister Wallin and the rest of the Bisons suffered a devastating loss by the hands of Densberry Highschoolers... Let's hear what his wife has to say." Claire appears on the TV screen with her adorable baby bouncing on her hips. Her eyes are desert-dry, and she keeps adjusting her glasses. "Um, it's a very sad day for all of us, but Oskar has lived a good life and will have a good legacy. Just keep praying for my family, especially little Sebastina. Also, I will be co

The policemen, realizing something was off from their conversation, brought them in. One of the policemen addressed Clifford, "Mr. Holmes, based on what we know, your wife was hospitalized after she developed lobar pneumonia. She passed away the night before Easter. The hospital explained that her death was a result of a heart attack triggered by emotional turmoil, but things seem to be more complicated from the conversation you shared with Ms. Harding."

“Nothing. I just need a minute.” I walked out of Clara’s room before she could say anything else. Down the hall to the bathroom, locked the door behind me. Pulled out my phone with shaking hands and found Theo’s number. He answered on the second ring. “Hey.” “Santos is dead.” Silence. Then: “What?” “Car accident. Route 9. They just said it on the news.” “When?” “Today. This afternoon.” “You met with her today.” “I know.” “Evelyn…”

“What happened? Tell me.” Clara took a shaky breath. “Carlton—he’s dead. We were ambushed, and the car flipped. Aidan got me out, but Carlton was hurt badly, and he couldn’t get him out. Oh my God, Millie, we had to leave him behind. I keep seeing it, hearing the gunfire. I feel so guilty.”

But before anyone moved— Clara lifted the envelope higher. “One more truth before impact.” Nobody answered. She looked directly at Ariana. “The man who tried to warn you on your wedding day never disappeared.” Ariana froze. Victor’s expression darkened. Clara continued: “He died.” That struck unexpectedly hard. Because Ariana remembered him— the nervous man near the side corridor that day. The one trying to speak before security dragged him away. Her throat tightened. “You killed him?” “No,” Clara said calmly.

Chet shook his head and replied, "I don't blame you for it. He deserves this." Warren held Evelyn's hand as they left Sally's hospital ward. They happened to walk past Clara's ward. A nurse ran to Warren and reported, "Mr. Larkin, Clara refused to accept treatment. She has gone on a hunger strike as well and is trying to commit suicide." Warren instantly stopped walking and glanced into the room. That was the first time he saw Clara since the incident.

I was studying an anatomical atlas, analyzing a complex nerve reconstruction surgery, when my phone vibrated. A message from Spencer. Spencer: [Clara committed suicide last night. She bit through the artery in her wrist. By the time the nurse found her, it was too late. Before she died, she kept saying she was sorry… told me I had to pass the message on to you.] I stared at the screen for a long time. Then I typed one word. [Noted.] Sent. I set the phone aside and returned my gaze to the anatomical atlas on the table. The dense network of red and blue lines seemed like the only thing in my life worth focusing on. Outside, the snow fell heavier still.

She did badly in her studies, and she quickly gained the reputation of being mute and stupid. That was until last night, at Sienna’s nineteenth birthday party, where she personally witnessed Clara and her fiancé, which she had been paired with since she was a child, hugging and kissing! She lost control and approached the couple to confront them. Clara, however, ‘accidentally’ fell down the steps during the argument. Everyone was busy checking Clara’s injuries and rushing her to the hospital; no one knew that there was a poor girl who was being pinned down in the river. Her vivid life ended on her nineteenth birthday, and she died in the self-righteous crusade of the executioners around her!