Denzel Washington Dead Novels & Stories

He need not be told that she was crying. "Mom, are you ok? What happened? Why are you crying? " "Denzel, your father..." The old woman was already choking on her tears making Denzel spring off the bed. "What happened to Dad? Is he ok? " "Denzel... " Denzel was already having a bad feeling that something bad has happened to his father. "Tell me, Mom. What happened to Dad?! " The cold man almost yelled. "Your father... "HE'S NO MORE, DENZEL " "HE GAVE UP, DENZEL. HE GAVE UP THE FIGHT...

Her stretched right arm brushed roughly against the slab on the wardrobe as her weight fell under the push of gravity. The voice of Lil Wayne’s rap drowned her cries as she tried to move her legs. *** No matter how he tried to shove it off, the horrid image of his father strapped to life support from his head no matter how he tried to take it off. When he was ten, his paternal grandfather had been lying on a bed in a hospital, strapped to life support, and after a few days, his favorite relative died. It had been too much for Denzel to bear, and he wished his father had died in his grandfather’s stead.

The faint sound of running water followed, leaving Ethan alone with the echo of her warmth. He pulled on his jacket and stepped out into the chill dawn. The lot smelled of rain on asphalt and exhaust from trucks already gone. A diner crouched a block away, its neon buzzing like it hadn’t slept in years. Ethan walked in, ordered coffee and bagels to go, and while he waited, the muted TV over the counter caught his attention. BREAKING NEWS: PHARMACEUTICAL CEO LEO KELLERMAN FOUND DEAD IN PRISON CELL. AUTHORITIES CONFIRM SUICIDE.

Suddenly, the phone rang. My mother scowled. They said that there was an emotional bond between mother and daughter. Was she feeling sad for me? “Hello, are you Yelena Zimmer’s family? My apologies, but we could not save Miss Zimmer, and she passed away two days ago. If you are able, please come to the hospital to retrieve her body.” A cold voice traveled through the phone. It shocked my mother so badly that she flung the phone away.

Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they take the stage and report the details of the case to the ears. August started with his Muddy Waters grit, "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues; 29 of age and of Brazilian descent. She was found this morning at 4:07 am by a local lying easily 30 miles away; but it was obvious that she just came from the party. Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head," everyone gasped. GD covered his mouths with their hand; Albert looked even angrier in disbelief; and the rest were taking their eyes to a sullen state as they fill the room.

After his first scene of anger where he was destroying everything, he had never done anything other than basic movements since and Vallas was worried. It was strange enough that Vallas was worried about someone who he had never cared about before. Denzel paused as he stepped out. “Please whatever edict you come not, do not say it in front of my family, they newly learnt of their brother outside and are eager to meet him, I do not have the heart to tell them that I killed him, not yet.” Denzel said then left with silence behind him. “I feel sorry for him.” Another one said. “He recently lost his wife to a bad carriage accident.”

“Swish!” This move from Denzel Washington could smash Mount Hua, which could be called an all-out shot. He had the determination and was eager to fight to the death with Harvey York, wanting to force him to retreat. However, Harvey was untroubled, and he still slashed with the blade in his hand. Clank! With a crisp sound, the watermelon knife in Denzel’s hand was broken into two pieces, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

ELIANA’S POV:- I was in complete disbelief when I found out Armiz died protecting Denzel, he knew he couldn’t live with the anguish and gave up on his life as a heavy compensation. After his respectful burial and a moment of anguish, Denzel was in our room, hanging his head low with ceaseless gloom. His destruction was at the edge, gripping on the sheets angrily. “Denzel…” Whispering his name softly, I sat beside him, taking his hand in mine for reassurance.

"Not the version for the court. The one you would tell me if it were just us." It is just us. It is always just us when the door closes. The truth is that I died. I bled out on the ballroom floor of my own home three years into a marriage I believed was love, and the man who put the blade in me was the one I was about to name this morning. The truth is that something in the darkness heard me asking and sent me back, and I woke up in this bedroom with every memory intact and forty minutes before the ceremony. I cannot tell him that.

“What am I going to do, Tasha?” Tasha sat beside her and took her hand. “First thing: forget them. You’re not staying down, you hear me? You can stay here for as—” The screen behind them flickered again. “We interrupt this program for breaking news,” the anchor’s voice cut in. Alaya and Tasha turned their heads in unison. “Billionaire Darius Westwood, who made headlines earlier today after proposing to Janelle Brooks, has just been confirmed dead following a high-speed car accident. Authorities say his vehicle struck a median and flipped several times before catching fire…”