Denzel Washington Dead Novels & Stories

A single tear rolling down his cheek before he collapsed back onto the bed, lifeless. "No,no,no,no." The news anchor’s voice filled the silence. “Zared Williams, known for his innovative contributions to technology and his efforts towards hi company, was pronounced dead at 10:47 p.m. Doctors have confirmed that his death was caused by the disconnection of critical life-support machines. Despite being close to a full recovery, it appears Mr. Williams made the decision to end his life. What the doctors are calling an apparent suicide."

There's no need to tell Griffin about it. But still, he couldn't shake off the feeling of losing his only brother... ____ At the hospital, when the news spread like wildfire, Hannah was seated on her bed, her expression blank as she stared at the television. A night news flash appeared on the screen, and it was like she had just snapped out of her trance. *THE FAMOUS DIEGO GONZALEZ, KNOWN AS THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL, WAS CONFIRMED DEAD IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN MOSCOW.*

Till his last breath, even with barely holding his body straight, Jackson couldn’t let go of his obsession. “I love you! Why can’t you return, my love?” There’s no warmth in his words as he claims his so-called love for me, only anger and desperation. Once we get inside the car, I turn to Denzel in the backseat. “He confessed to me he killed Leonard and possibly assaulted his sister.” Denzel looks puzzled, so I explain for him further. “The guy who bullied me in that bar and his sister.” When recognition flashes in his eyes, his face turns cold. “Serves them right.”

He spoke through the call. "Boss, Mathew..." Hearing George Denzel asked him, "What about him?" "He... He is gone." "What?" Denzel was super surprised. "He stabbed himself in the chest." Denzel sensed it yesterday. He felt like he was going to take his life away and that's why he ordered everybody to protect him. Before leaving Denzel has ordered all his men to keep an eye on Mathew, they were supposed to keep him safe but... "I told you guys to protect him. This is what you are telling me?" Clenching his fists Denzel said so in an angry tone. Everybody by his side was dying one by one. It was very painful.

"Really, Denzel was one of those who fell in the fight between the packs. He's one of the 60 dead who fell in the ambush by the Spiral Moon Pack on the Iron Bite Pack. I know this because right after his death, Dinora sought refuge in my family's pack and ended up marrying my father. But that was always her plan." “This is serious,” Elijah said. “Everyone goes through biometric checks and identity verification. Either this Denzel guy isn't dead, or someone stole his identity.” I nodded. This is much more dangerous than I thought, Alondra muttered. “There's a memorial grave in the Iron Bite Pack,” I said seriously. "Apparently, only a few remains were recovered from that massacre. So now I do

“He will know.” Denzel watched the exchange with detached interest. Then, without warning, he raised the gun again. This time, he didn’t aim at Theo’s leg. He aimed at his head. The world narrowed to a single point. “Tell me now,” Denzel said evenly, finger resting on the trigger, “or I kill your ex-husband.” I stopped breathing. Theo froze, eyes wide with terror. “Lilith,” he whispered. “Please.” My mind raced, thoughts colliding violently. Nolan. Cassian. The company. The truth. The lies I didn’t know how to tell. I felt trapped inside my own body, powerless and terrified.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

A staff member takes my bag and coat, and I walk toward the sound. Jason is on the sofa, laptop open, the news playing as background noise to his work. He looks up as I appear in the doorway, and his expression immediately softens. "Hey," he says. "How was…" And then the anchor's voice cuts through the room, sharp and clear. "…found dead in his hotel room this morning. Former media executive Gerald Vance, sixty-three, was discovered by hotel staff at approximately seven-fifteen AM. Police are not ruling out foul play at this—"

“Three years ago, he died that same exact night when Asael Elayzer died for the whole world,” Ezrene went completely numb by hearing those words of Cynthia’s. She just could not believe what she was hearing. Braxton Waiyer was dead? But how? Her mind refused to believe it. “What? But how?” Ezrene could not stop herself from asking Cynthia which made Cynthia sigh heavily before she finally parted her mouth to answer Ezrene. “Ziven killed him that night before me and Asael reached there,” Cynthia’s answer froze Ezrene till her core.

Asher responded. It made me wonder if they were in some sort of cult. "What happened?" Damien walked farther into the room, his movements lithe and powerful. Even without trying, he looked strong. Even when there was no danger, he looked like the kind of guy who could face down just about anything or anyone and come out on top. "It's Wallace Hendricks. He is dead." Jackson said. "How is that possible?" "He died sometime early this morning. That's all I know." "He was right as rain when we left his place. That was only six hours ago." Asher cut in.