Como Murio Don Cangrejo Novels & Stories

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

My smile immediately melted away as the phone slipped away from his grip, falling to the floor. “What's wrong?" Hazel asked, immediately standing. I didn't reply, I was still trying to process everything. Shimmer stood also, holding me by my shoulder, “What's going on?" She asked, worry lingering in her eyes. Rachel just sat there, staring at us. “The Don is dead." I whispered. Hazel denied, "The……don? What?!! That's not possi-”, I chipped in, "He was murdered.”I whispered. "This must be a joke. No one can murder such man. No, no, they must be playing games with you. I think you should wait and see yourself, okay?” Shimmer tried to reassure me.

He had finally realized he had been abandoned, like a cub left behind by the pack in the dark. "Mom, don’t leave me, please don’t abandon me." "Don’t go looking for Dad. Anyone who disturbs his prayer will suffer the blood curse." "I’m cold... Can you hold me, please?" "Mom, it feels so warm when you hold me. If I get another chance, I want to be your little wolf cub again, but... can you get me a new dad?" Andrew begged me to stay, but I couldn’t just watch him die. Ignoring the curse, I forcibly broke into the ancient altar.

He was so scared that he sat limply on the floor. As an errand boy for Mr. Jose, he understands his attitude very well. The number of people who have died at the hands of Mr. Jose is countless. Many people even die in the stomach of Tuan Jose's crocodile. Finally at that moment, Jerry Crowe knelt on the floor, prostrated before Mr. Jose and said, “Mr. Jose, I beg you to spare me. Have mercy on my life. I didn't do that on purpose. I really didn't know he was your friend, sir.”

I stared at Amber really well and it sounded like he was in so much pain. "Well that's all in the past now, today I'm a serial killer", he said sounding normal again. My hands went to his cheek, "Are you happy being this person that you are?", I asked. He wrestled with his words for a long time, "I don't have a choice Lexy, there's no going back for me, I'm already in this and there's nothing I can do to stop this", he said in a painful whisper. Who would have known that the dangerous Don was in love with dogs.

I’d gone to his estate after hearing the news of his demise—three hours after his time of death but I was refused entry by the same sons he’d always despised. When I finally saw his body at the funeral, I knew. The color of his lips. The stillness of his face. It wasn’t the heart condition he’d constantly battled with. It was poison. The coroner called it an overdose of his medication, but I knew better. Don Antonio was allergic to Diclofenac. I was the one who managed his prescriptions. Someone had killed him. But when I’d demanded an autopsy, they’d all laughed it off. Marcini had even slapped me across the face in front of everyone at his funeral. I could still feel that sting. That humil

The Diego that was tied to the bed started jerking himself like a zombie, struggling to free himself from the bondage he was in. " Diego, what is it? What happened?" Malia asked, trying to untie the bed spread. " Malia no! Don't do it, get out!" I screamed, trying to run to her, but it was too late. The other Diego had freed himself and lodged at her throat, biting into her and sucking her dry as she struggled underneath his weight, holding on to the last bits of life she had, her legs vibrating, evident that she was dying. I stood there in shock, completely speechless, and when the Other Diego was done, he got up, and realizing what he had just done he shouted " no!" and immediately, I was

“I told you. I told you. Didn’t I? She is not dead. She always does this.” Don Mauro laughs out so hard. And with the laughing and the cigar in his mouth, he accidentally chokes on himself with his cigar smoke. He then starts to cough out his cigar smoke violently which is choking him. Tears from the choking are already in his eyes when he stops coughing. He swallows hard as he starts again to speak with excitement. “She is going to wake up. She is going to wake up as soon as you put your first huge cut to open that stomach.”

We broke up completely and I made it clear I never want to see him again. A gunshot roars. CJ's white shirt is stained. He falls on the ground, dead. I let out an ear-splitting scream. ^^^^^^^

"Don Duncan, 56 years old. Married. Six-foot and weighs 198.4 lb. Blood type: O. No sign of illness. Cause of death: Car accident. All his organs are already sent to your hospital." "Ah, a clean death," Mort muttered in a gruff voice and inhaled, a proud smirk emerge on his face. "I raised him well." Klauss frowned when he remembered how Narco had annoyed him to death. Klauss was having a hard time dealing with Narco back then when he was 8 years old. Mort and Klauss raised him together. 'That little rascal.....Boss really raised a monster', he muttered. "Yeah, you raised him very well." There was a streak of sarcasm in Klauss's voice and he even rolled his eyes. When Mort let out a deep si