Death Of Kendrick Johnson Novels & Stories

Charles increased the volume anyways. “Last night, at about 10:09pm, it appears that a certain Dr. Tunde Ajayimore- the sole proprietor of the famous Divine Hospital with over seven branches nationwide was found dead in a ditch with his skin marred by several bullet holes. The eye witness said that he was dropped off by a black car and had witnessed this scene on his way back home from work that fateful evening.

“This motherfucker right here doesn’t deserve you and Nico. He’s a murderer, and I can prove it. He knows it, and that’s why he’s standing there looking at me with a murderous face because he knows I know.” “No,” I scoffed. “He’s not a murderer, and how dare you accuse him? You know what? Leave our house right now, Lucius. I’ve changed my mind and won’t allow you to see Nico anymore.” “Ask him what happened to Killian Reeves and Giovanni. They were both politicians running for the mayoral office. They both died before the elections. Someone found Giovanni’s car burned down in his private driveway, and no one knows what happened to him. Killian also died mysteriously in a car accident.”

One of the members apologize sensibly. Zayn raises an eyebrow and tucks his hand into his pockets. "Nevermind." He says to them. "You do know why we are here, right? I'm sorry for your loss, Zayn. Lady Hina, we are sorry that misfortune occurred to you at such a bad time of the year." They say, keeping in mind that today was Christmas. 24th of December was when Nick Johnson passed away. Ironically, Senior Johnson also had a heart attack and passed away on the day before Christmas.

It was then he knew this was his last day on earth. Outside Maddy, Kate, Mike, Porella, Andre and several bodyguards waited for one sound. Just then a loud gunshot whizzed through the air, it entered the window and hit its target right in the temple. Within minutes a crew came in and stripped the façade and revealed several containers that were retrofitted just for the purpose of this meeting. When they were done the only thing left was a dead man, sprawled across a table with a hole in his head. The next morning as the sun came up, the news hit the headlines – Defense Force DIRECTOR BEN JOHNSON FOUND DEAD on an empty lot in St. Greg.

"Can you order breakfast for all of us? We might as well talk about the bad news here and I can't go out to eat because I'm supposed to be confined in the honeymoon suit." Rafael nodded. "Got it, Boss." He dials the phone beside him on top of a small table. "Spill the beans, Donte." He waited when I closed the laptop and gave him my full attention. "Jordan died in the hospital. There was a major concussion on his head which damaged his brain causing him to be declared brain dead. Doctors said that his heart is getting weaker too and may stop at any moment today." I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Damn! The old man just killed his son, how unbelievable!"

Charlotte’s body was battered beyond identification because of the fatality of the accident, but through DNA, they confirmed that it really was her. Of course, it was a big shock to Kendrick. His denial of her death drove him to a mad search. He spent days and nights looking for her, refusing to accept that she died. It got to a point where he started to hallucinate. It went from drinking to sleepless nights, and it started to affect his work as the CEO of the family's company. His violence and aggressiveness began when he was advised to step down and let his brother, Luke, take his place while he recovered. He ended up injuring people and was termed a danger to society.

Even some Vaughn relatives showed up, careful but here. Evan raised his glass, voice cracking. “They survived everything meant to break them and they’re still choosing each other. That’s what I want.” Lena squeezed my hand. “We did it.” Then Evan’s phone rang. He stepped away. Came back pale. “It’s for you,” he said, handing it over. “Sounds bad.” “Mr. Vaughn? Oakwood Correctional Facility. Harrison Blackwood Jr. died of heart attack this morning.” The words hit like ice water. Lena’s face went white. Eleanor dropped into a chair.

Johny Lucas, CEO of Lucas Enterprises, is expected to make a statement soon. A sharp breath left Johny’s lips. Kenneth Vaughan. Dead. The man was more than just a shareholder—he was one of the most influential figures in Johny’s company. A business partner. A powerful ally. And now, he was gone. A chill crawled up his spine. “Tell me this is some kind of mistake,” Johny said, his voice quieter now. Amanda lowered the phone, her eyes meeting his. “It’s real.” His jaw clenched. He reached for the remote, switching on the large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The same images flooded the screen, the voice of a news anchor filling the room.

Jordan Findley was buried in his hometown of Des Moines, Iowa, on a sunny June day before a crowd of thousands. The local papers read that he died in a small plane crash, but the LIGHTS team members all knew the truth. Such occurrences were so rare, Aaron couldn’t even think of another time a Hunter had purposely killed a Guardian. Accidents happened from time to time, but never something like this. Teams were organized to hunt down Skelton, but so far there hadn’t even been a sign of him, causing speculation that he had been killed as well.

“He is dead. We need to attend his funeral once his family announce the date. It pains me that Freddie is dead. It shouldn’t have been—“ Her voice broke off and when I looked down at the phone, the call already ended. I completed Elena’s words in my head. It shouldn’t have been Freddie. The words Freddie can’t be dead, I chanted it in my mind. Slowly I stood up, switched on my data to check the news. Several headlines about Freddie broke me completely. “Rightful heir to Jordan motors, Freddie Jordan confirmed dead after being hit by a drunk truck driver.” His death was trending the search of all sites and media houses. I played a short clip of Brenda Jordan. “I called my brother last night t