Death Of The Flash Novels & Stories

I can't just get out of the car because I'm worried about being caught or, worse, being shot and dying an instantly painful death. And as I settled into the backseat, all I could think of was my joyful childhood memories with my family. A lot have said that a dying person gets to have flashbacks of their life, and maybe that's what I am about to face. My life's flashbacks followed by my demise.

That's what it always is. I had always been the unlucky one. The flashback hit me hard, pulling me back to when I was only eight years old. FLASHBACK – AGE 8 The funeral hall was cold and filled with most people I had never met, dressed in black. I stood beside my mother, my small hand clutching hers, staring at the closed casket of my father, Declan Mathew. He had died in a car accident. It was sudden and violent. There was no way he could have survived that.

His legs were pierced through, so he would live the rest of his life as a cripple and the Flash would be lost from the world! Unfortunately, he could not make peace with that. He felt aggrieved about being defeated by a nobody. Chase sneered and said, “Ryker, this is Mr. Kayson Yarde. I believe you’ve heard of his famous name.” Ryker’s pupils constricted in fear. “Kayson Yarde… Are you the same Kayson who killed Zeus?”

I never wanted him to know any of this or to hurt like this. The footage ended. On the giant screen, the white soul particles that had once represented the purest goodness completed their final mission. The brilliant light, radiant as stars, gradually dimmed. In the deathly silence that filled the plaza, the particles slowly dissolved into billions of golden specks. Like a gentle snow, they dispersed completely into the air. The last trace of my existence vanished from this world. "It was you all along!" Brody turned to Ellie and raised his hand. The sharp crack of the slap rang out. Ellie stared at him in disbelief, her composure shattering completely.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

Mr.Welsh went to the hospital alone. He met Jude at the hospital. Jude was awake, handcuffed on the bed, Mr.Welsh then took Jude to the station for questioning. Both parties arrived at the station, Mr.welsh took Jude to the interrogation room, for questioning. Mr.welsh and Jonz both interrogate Jude and the captain was watching behind the room through a mirror glass, "Why did you kill Hazel!?" Mr.Welsh asked with a bold voice, "I did not kill Hazel, I don't know what u are talking about, Jude replied, Mr.Welsh then showed Jude the evidence {Jude dna result and his cigarette} he collected at the hotel, "I want to see my lawyer, i won't say anything" Jude requested.

Jane shook her head as she felt sad for the ones who'll see that, while Aaron felt kinda proud and smiled brightly. "They'll be terrified." Aaron said and started laughing; Jane and Levi joined him. "Is it cause they won't know who it is?" Theo asked innocently. "Darling, the world wasn't informed about the blast. Everyone assumed that Summer Astley went into hiding and then forgot about it after some time. The death was a set up only for the Scotts." Jane informed him. "But what about the blast?" He inquired further. Theo was just 11 went that incident happened so, he didn't know much about it.

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

Two weeks later Sinjin stepped out of his car and shut the door, glancing at his father's house with a shake of his head before rounding the vehicle and making his way inside. The butler, Fred, had passed away months ago, and they hadn’t bothered to hire a replacement. Kyle had died in a car accident while fleeing from the police, and Lucas was arrested at the airport just as he was about to escape the country. Taron, his boss, along with the entire gang, had been sent to prison.

Her voice was strong and steady. I glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised to see who she was calling. It was Mikael. She said, "Dad, what do we do now? Flora is really dead. Didn't you tell me that stuffing some sand and gravel inside wouldn't cause any problems? We agreed that once she's paralyzed, we can cash out her critical illness insurance."