Death Of Escanor Novels & Stories

Author's P.O.V. Mr. Escobar woke up and realized that he was still alone on the bed and the ladies haven't come out of the bathroom. He got pissed up and left the bed, only to get to the bathroom and found the two ladies dead. He was shocked and he panicked, he looked at the wall and there was a message for him written in blood. "We are coming for you soon". Fear gripped Mr. Escobar, he looked at the ladies and felt pity for them. He came out of the bathroom immediately, picked up his clothes, dressed up, and exited the room. Xander and Nicholas were shocked at the pace he came out of the bar. They both ran to him asking him what happened, "They killed them, they killed them" he said

“How long was Estevez there?” “Five months,” Marco said. “Then, terminated. But not by Cortez.” “Then by who?” “He died,” Marco said flatly. “Two weeks before the Paris summit. Car crash. No autopsy was made public. Cortez’s studio paid for everything. No family statement. No funeral records. Sealed report.” Ximena’s stomach turned. Not in fear—**in fury**. “Someone erased him,” she whispered. “Someone didn’t want him talking,” Marco corrected. “Someone who knew what he saw inside your vault.”

Her hands were shaking so much, she wasn't applying the right pressure. "Here, let me" I said and she handed me the bloodied piece of clothe. The bleeding finally stopped, Red opened his eyes. "We have to leave right now. He's obviously in no condition to fight" Vanessa said. "It's too late for that" Red said, sitting up with a wince. "What? What do you mean?" Axel asked. "Today is Scorpion eye's twentieth anniversary. Skull's initial plan was to kill me in front of his men during their celebration. The exits are locked. There's no escaping this" Red replied.

Mort shot her mercilessly in the forehead making her head grotesquely explode. Yelena YEGOR Gordeux, Oddesseau is dead. And with Yelena's death, the sound of the explosion came the terrible echo. Five large buildings exploded in the City creating a huge cloud of black smoke ascending in the air causing everyone in the place to panic and started running in a different directions.

No one answered. By the time the clubhouse appeared ahead of them, the rush had drained away. The yard was chaotic. Bikes came rolling in—some dented, some blood-smeared, some riderless. Ace with some men dragged the injured toward tents. Others laid out bodies… covered in sheets. Too many sheets. Whispers traveled fast. Marco Delgado is dead. The cartel scattered. The war is over. But this victory didn’t feel like triumph. Nolan killed the engine and staggered out, refusing help even when he swayed. Ashley rushed to help him, slipping under his arm, her body holding him steady.

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"

The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on his pale skin and made his sharp features appear even more menacing. “Don, I have some bad news.” Scar trembled, his voice as low as that of an infant just trying to speak some words. “Spit it out,” Marshall dictated after he gulped some wine down his throat. Scar hesitated before he spoke, “Vince Khumalo was murdered. Francesco was the perpetrator, which means he is in Seattle. The lady was also with him.” Marshall burst out laughing. He commanded Scar to move closer and when he did. He pulled him violently and almost strangled him in the process.

She paused her research to open her holographic monitor. “Holy gods from above!” Frank turned around to see if there was something he needed to be worried about. Busy with preparing dinner, he wasn’t paying attention to what Coralis was watching when she turned on their holographic monitor. “What happened?” “An EBEE elder from Spain has been found dead in his beach villa. I don’t know Elder Roumwiz personally, but I’ve heard a lot about him from Alejandro and Andrew.” “Did you see?” said Alejandro. “Elder Roumwiz has been killed? He’s one of the roaches who worked with Elder Alfredino, right?”

He fired a single shot, ending it instantly. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes scanning me for injuries. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. “Yeah. Thanks.” “Don’t stop. Keep moving,” he said, his hand brushing against my arm as he guided me forward. --- By the time we made it out of the warehouse, the sun was beginning to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and red. We were battered, bruised, but alive. Ethan’s team had managed to hold off the infected long enough for us to escape, but the close call left me shaken.

He saw Ethan awake, holding Zara and Leo, and a complex look of relief and quiet sorrow crossed his eyes. "I'm sorry to interrupt," Julian said softly. "But the police captain is demanding to speak with you, Zara. The mercenaries gave up a name during their interrogation." Ethan’s eyes turned instantly from soft and loving to cold, lethal, and psychopathic. He gently pulled back from Zara, his jaw tightening into a ruthless line. "They gave up Victor Vance," Ethan guessed, his voice dropping an octave. Julian shook his head, looking entirely horrified. "No," Julian replied. "Victor Vance is dead. The police found his body an hour ago in his office. He was poisoned with a massive dose of Thal