Csi: Miami Ryan Wolfe Died Novels & Stories

“Later, mate.” “See you, Killian,” Ryan called out. “Tell the Holy Terror I said goodbye, as well.” (By that I assumed he meant Riley.) “Will do.” And then Killian and Miles walked out of the penthouse. I went over and sat down next to Ryan. He set his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and looked at me sympathetically. “You okay?” I exhaled loudly. “You know, don’t you.” He nodded. “He stopped by earlier.”

She made me promise her that I would contact her if something unpleasant happened. At Ryan's home, I was informed that he had killed himself the day before. It was unexpected. But, as soon as they told me how he had died, I realized that it was Syke's doing. It pissed me off. Not only had he dashed Ryan's hope of getting justice, he had gotten rid of Ryan as well. The guys were all upset. It was clear that they were all grieving. Ryan had been more like a leader to them. He was their motivator.

"I can't keep fighting. Keep pretending I'm strong enough for this." "Luna—" "He's dead, Ryder. Miguel is dead. And I watched him die. I felt him die." My voice breaks completely on the last word. The moon seems to pulse overhead, and I feel something shift inside me. Not my wolf. Not my Eclipse power. Something deeper. Something breaking. Or maybe something dying along with Miguel. I collapse completely, my body giving out. Ryder catches me before I hit the ground. "Get her to the medical wing," Professor Cael orders. "Now."

Philip sighs and leans back in his chair. “Diana is in love with me?” he says to himself, chuckling. Two days later… Cuba, Las Tunas A press conference… “I am Randall Meyers. I’m here to confess to a crime that happened more than two decades ago. There are a few names I’ve listed and sent to the police for investigation. Unfortunately, I can’t mention them here. But I want to apologize to everyone who survived because of my silence. The deaths of Mr. Frank and Elizabeth Hong were no accident. They were assassinated by underground lords.

Before he could answer, his phone rang. Both of them froze. He looked down at the screen. Unknown Number. Slowly, he answered. “Hello?” A voice crackled through the speaker official, clipped, apologetic. “Mr. Wolfe? This is Officer Daniels with the city police department. I’m calling in regard to Jared Coleman.” Mia grabbed Liam’s arm instinctively. “Yes?” Liam said hoarsely. “There’s been an accident.” The words hit like a gunshot. The hospital smelled like antiseptic and fear.

Ryan voice sounded in his ear and he felt like he was slapped, "Are you crazy?....I don't have...any business with any godforsaken cops!" He howled, "Oh, okay, till you meet them, you don't have to freak out, just be ready to explain who was in the car when those families were killed before I have the video..." He heard Ryan said and fear gripped him.. "What.... "Goodbye!" Ryan ended the call leaving him shocked to the core,

“I’ll be watching from my seat. Smile more, Olivia. It’s your wedding day.” And with that, he left. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I turned back to Ethan. “What is it?” I asked. Ethan’s jaw tightened. He took a slow breath, then looked me directly in the eyes. “Ryan is dead.”

If we had not beaten back the wolves today, they would have flattened our entire four hundred thousand and used us as food or slaves. Or worse, experiment pieces. “Your brother…” Ryan said, trailing off, looking at Daniel reorganizing the junior troops, as Micky had been injured and was now in the infirmary. “You helped a lot,” I said. “Thank you.” Even if anything happened to me, South City would have a fine ruler as a replacement. But first things first… *** Cole burst into tears when Ryan entered the room. “You’re alive! When everyone said you had gone, I thought you–”

Ryan crawls to me and he watches as I begin to treat his wounds, but he knows there’s nothing to be done- this is a fatal wound. “Colt,” 2010 whispers my name as I look down at him and I cradle his head. He smiles at me as blood comes forth to the corner of his mouth and he coughs, “I told you, I wanted to die out here. If anyone was to kill me, I am glad it’s you.” He sputters his last words. I wipe the blood from his face and sigh, “Leo…” I whisper, but his chest stops moving and Ryan watches as I fall apart crying.

“He can't die! Pops please wake up! Don't let them take you away from me..!” **** The news of Ryan's death spread like wildfire all across the city. No official statement has been given out concerning his sudden death yet but everyone had different assumptions going on in their heads. Olivia hasn't gotten out of shock yet, she was curled up on the floor in her grandfather's study refusing to move. Jade was also with her in the study, she didn't know how to comfort her young madam since she knew how close Olivia was to her late grandfather. “Ma'am please don't do this to yourself. Your uncle is downstairs and there's a meeting going on with some lawyers, they need you present..”