Death Of Escanor Novels & Stories

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Blistered. "You jumped," he said. "I saw you. From the window. You jumped off the ledge." "Catarina caught us." "Good." His eyes closed. "Good." "Don't you dare die on me now," Sienna said. Her voice shook. "You survived the explosion. You survived the fire. You don't get to die in this boat." "Not dying. Just tired." His eyes opened again. Found hers. "Lorenzo?" "What about him?" "Dead. He was on the observation deck when it exploded. Vane too. They're both gone." He coughed. More blood. "It's over, Sienna. Finally over."

But now that he had truly lost Esther, the pain was unbearable. Chloe had reached out to him multiple times, but he no longer cared. Without Esther, even happiness felt impossible. Only now did Tristan realize that Esther was like water to him, plain but essential. Chloe, on the other hand, was like soda—sweet and exciting but not something you could live on. Who could ever give up drinking water? But he had figured it out too late. Esther was happy now. Tristan wasn't sure if he was happy for her or mourning for himself, but he actually cried. He held his phone and watched the video all night long.

Colin furrowed his brows and took a few steps away. On the other hand, Brenda seemed completely heartbroken as she tried to reach and hit Colin. Behind her, Layla acted as though she was trying her best to hold Brenda back. One of the police officers cast Colin a glance. Then, he gripped Brenda by her shoulder and had her sit on a chair. The officer told the Larsons they had received a police report saying that there were human remains hidden inside the sculpture. The authorities were working on verifying the deceased's identity at the moment.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away,even my hands were trembling. “Among the casualties is Elizabeth Rhodes,daughter of late Pedro and Gianna Rhodes who was believed to be pregnant at the time of her death. Our sources confirm she was present at the estate before the explosion along with Cade Torres , a notorious gang leader whom the authorities had been after.Officials have not released further details…” Elizabeth’s photo flashed on the screen. Her smile is soft and her pretty eyes beaming. That same smile that I had fallen in love with was now labeled under a banner that read ‘DEAD’.

"Daddy's home, I’m very….disappointed in you both." The garrote finishes what the sedative started. I'm already sprinting for the elevator when Claire's voice crackles in my earpiece: "They're heading to the Scheherazade wreck. But Sophie" A pause that cracks my ribs. "Lillian just woke up. She's asking for you." The elevator doors close on Marcus's corpse his dead eyes still fixed on the monitors, on his father's retreating jet, on the empire crumbling around him. I press the button for the roof, where Elena waits with a chopper.

As I imagined having children running around the home that was half Nicolas and half me, a smile burst across my face. A knock at the door interrupted my train of thought. As I stood up, I noticed Adrain sweating. “What’s wrong?” I queried. He gulped. “He escaped. Scar got away. The helicopter that was carrying Scar crashed into the ocean. I don’t have all the details, but Noah and Ben were in the helicopter with him and recovered from the water. Mr. Costa is bringing them back while Cantoli and others take over the island clearing.” For a moment, my head felt cloudy. “How is it possible?”

"You're welcome, brother. Lest I forget, I got accepted to study psychology in a college." "That's good. Finally, you listened to me." My other phone began ringing, interrupting our conversation. "Goodnight, Owen." He must have heard my other phone. I put the call through. "Scar, is there a problem?" "Eve is dead." "Damn!" "She was found in her apartment, a bullet in the middle of her forehead. Owen, the enemy is closer than we think." "Scar, meeting by six am tomorrow. Eric and Marco must be present."

His eyes scanned the building with that terrifying calmness that had once made her feel so small, so disposable. Beside him stood Nathan, bandaged but upright, his posture soldier-straight despite the near-death wound. ‘Why the bandage? What happened?’ she asked within. Behind them, two young men she didn’t recognize flanked Oswald like loyal shadows. And then, there was him. That grin. That roguish spark in his eyes. Vincenzo Escobar. Even from this distance, Orlanda could see how he was so like Oswald yet so wildly different, he had warmth where Oswald had ice. “Oh God…” she whispered, her knees going soft.

he scoffs “Whatever….how long are you gonna be gone…I’m missing you already’ I pouted “Awwnn….perhaps three days..i will quicken up the mission, so that I can come back for you” “Ok…” “Another news…but it’s kinda bad and good” “What?” “Nora is dead…doctor confirm it this morning” He noted. I nodded “Ain’t you surprise?” “I know she will die anyway, she can’t survive that acid, it’s damn dangerous” He nodded and sighed