Death Of Will Turner Novels & Stories

All the clients I worked with previously also pulled their contracts, and after Tanner settled his lawsuits, he went bankrupt. Rowan spent every day at home, crying and cursing him for being blind and losing a good woman just to be with someone who brought nothing but trouble. A few years later, after I had won my third life achievement award, something shocking happened. When Willow was released from prison, she ran over Tanner with a car and drove into the sea. Neither of them was ever seen again. To this day, their life and death remained a mystery.

“Even in the end, he’s all you’re worried about, right?” “Ada, tell me the truth. Please. What happened?” “He shot himself. Surely the authorities told you that?” A horrified gasp leaves her lips and she covers her mouth with her hand before turning away from me and taking a few steps toward the wall, away from the bed. More gasps leave her lips before she slowly starts to sob. When she whirls around to face me, her eyes and cheeks are red. “He’s dead?” “As dead as my true father, Paul Turner, the man he killed, is.”

Masterson hissed. “There’s nothing else to be done, Mr. Masterson,” the doctor replied sadly. There was a clatter and two more security guards rushed into the bathroom. “Mr. Masterson! Mr. Masterson, you need to calm down, sir!” “I am going to snap your damn neck!” Mr. Masterson shouted, and I heard a gurgle. Oh God. Oh God, Will was dead. And the doctor was next. “Mr. Masterson, get a hold of yourself!” the big thug said. “Think of the cops!”

I pointed to her urn, crying, "Grandpa, Lori murdered her!" Ignoring Herbert's warning glare, I poured out the whole story. John's hand trembled on the urn, his veins bulging, his eyes slicing toward Lori like a blade. She stumbled back in fear, but Herbert stepped in front of her. "Shut your mouth! Gail killed herself. It has nothing to do with Lori."

Lucia asked in a deadly serious voice, making her best friend flinch. "Yes, "Garaine replied. "Mr Turner haven't interrogated him yet. So…" "He should have died on the spot," Lucia clenched her jaws, hatred for that assassin being evident in her voice. "Good for him," Alois Asher commented, sounding more like he was satisfied by the fate of Thomas Carter. "I don't think Weylin Turner will let him go." "Aren't you guys going to rant?" Garaine asked in a low voice, glancing at them like a timid bunny.

I say, limping off before either of them can follow. “Forget that,” Caleb says, rushing to my side. “Why won’t you tell me what you are trying to keep us from,” “Caleb, I need you to trust me…” I start but Caleb stops and his eyes turn angry. I turn and see it. Different from what I feared, but equally disturbing and heart-wrenching. A framed photo of post-mortem posed Alpha and Luna. My alpha and Luna. Alpha holds his head in his hands on his chest and Luna, with her eyes, white and bloody dress, lays next to him, her head tilted so the wound that took her life is on full display.

"Dad, why did you kill me? Dad, what did I do? Why do you want me dead?" I reached out as if to choke him. He woke up in terror, eyes wide, rolling away and shaking. "It was Grandma, she's the one! Go to her!" I expected that. I pretended to agree and ran to Grandma's room. In a flash, I swapped my clothes onto her. Grandma had gorged on mushrooms that night, but she did not stir. Dad's footsteps grew louder behind me. He fumbled for the light switch in vain, the darkness stubbornly clinging to the room. Edging closer to his mother's bed, my father's breath hitched at the sight of her—clad in the same bloodied clothes my sister wore on the day she died.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

she thought to herself. “This is what I promised someone—I’ll change this place and turn this forest into a normal one,” Dr. Turner vowed solemnly, feeling that he was getting closer and closer to his goal. “You should think about how old you are, Dr. Turner. Do you think you can definitely change this place with your own mortal body? Did it ever cross your mind that you might also die early here?” Heather hit the nail on the head even though she didn’t really want to dampen Dr. Turner’s spirits. After all, the tenderness revealed in his eyes just now was deeply moving. She already had a general idea of the truth; Dr. Turner had probably made a promise to the woman he loved, which was why he

'Jared Lanton has been found dead at his house this morning, ma'am. The sentence that I never thought I will be hearing. This must be something wrong and I know he didn't die for real. He can't be dead. Helena and Austin still need him to be his dad. They are too young to be in this situation. I know I should have been happy since he is gone forever because the hatred in me still going on. It's just, I just saw him like two days ago and everything is just fine and I don't see anything suspicious around his house. It cannot be that Hera is the one who killed him. Wait...