Novel & Cerita Did Donald Die In Invincible

Sandra was not too Strong to resume school as well. Alex was in a shopping mall in the evening. He was buying some goods when Juliana's call came in. "Hello Alex" Juliana said with a worried voice "Hey Juliana, you sound disturbed" Alex said "I read in a news that Donald was shot" Juliana announced "Dead?" Alex asked Chloe who was just in the next row next to Alex in the mall heard Alex question and paused immediately to hear him clearly "I don't know. His status wasn't reveal. What if he dies and Sandra completely become yours, what will become of me?" Juliana asked

The doctors had already declared Donald dead. Rebekah collapsed on the floor, too devastated to even cry. Seeing all this, Ron's steps faltered and shook. "Mom..." Kerry was upset and said to Ron, "Why didn't you come sooner? Your dad wanted to see you one last time!"

The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in. I was hoping it was Marco sneaking. “Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said. I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat. “Where's Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn't say anything. His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions. “Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.

"We are going to meet him now. Go ahead of us, and clear the path." Donald left the office before them and brought the car round to the front. He got down and opened the car doors, then turned around to go call Axel. The second he reached the revolving doors, he heard a loud bang behind him, right before an explosion. The force of the explosion threw him straight into the glass doors.

He choked on it. How dare he? Endangering my mate? My Luna? His breath fell slowly. I didn't care. Not about him being Donald's son. And definitely not about him just surviving the accident. He should've died there because if the accident didn't kill him then I definitely would. I grabbed his collar. Lifted him off the ground. His feet dangled. Pathetic. "Dane—" He choked. Blood dripping from his lips. My fist slammed into his nose. Cartilage crunched. Blood sprayed across my knuckles.

"At midnight on her first night at the hospital, she drove out on her own. Security tried to stop her, but she insisted on leaving. While reversing, she crashed into the west perimeter wall. The surveillance footage is clear, and the repair invoice has already been sent to your residence." Carlo hung up the phone and sat in silence for a long time. I circled him, whispering the truth. "Carlo, the doctor said I died the very night I was locked in the cold storage, and Benedetta just happened to leave the hospital at midnight that same night. Think carefully about who killed me."

"You're running out. Time's on my side. Not yours." The old Don shot up out of his chair. Pointed at me. His finger was shaking. The hand drifted to his chest. He clutched at it. And he went down. I sighed. "Told you. You shouldn't have smoked that thing." I called an ambulance. I heard later that the old Don had a heart attack and a stroke at the same time. They saved his life, but he was left in a vegetative state. The doctor said they could keep him on life support and hope for a miracle. Or pull the plug.

“You came…” “Of course I did.” Donald slowly nodded. His breathing remained labored. “Your mother…” Damien swallowed painfully, “Mother is dead, father.” Donald closed his eyes briefly before reopening them. His gaze remained fixed on Damien. “I don’t know…” He paused to catch his breath. “How much time…” “Dad...” Damien interrupted gently. “Please, don’t talk like that.” Donald smiled faintly. “It’s the truth.” Donald slowly lifted one trembling hand and Damien immediately held it. His father’s grip felt frighteningly weak.

I looked at him, waiting for him to go on. “Donald did,” he said quietly. “When he found out she betrayed him.” My hand flew to my mouth. “Her own father?” He nodded. “He could do anything for power.” Then his eyes darkened, voice dropping lower. “But I killed him.” I stared at him. “He wouldn’t stop, Nora,” he continued. “He went after the Queen Mother next. That’s how she ended up with broken legs. Donald wanted her to go down with him as his pet.”

He asked, before I could respond, his phone rang and he took it, his face suddenly turned pale “What?!” I heard him ask “Alright” he said and hung up the call, from the look of things, he might as well have received the worst news of his life “What happened?” I asked “Donald was shot” he said, it was my turn to be surprised “Is he dead?” I asked “We don't know yet but he is in a bad condition, that's what I have been told” he said. I didn't know how to react to this, while I was surprised, I didn't know if I was worried or happy