Died Suddenly Rumble Novels & Stories

Some already old and destroyed, some plastified and others in the torn out pages of an album__or albums. Emille did not have to say a word, Brantley immediately stood over the table. There were cut out pieces of newspapers too, more pictures. DVD disks too. The room was quiet. Brant scanned everything on the table. He had a photographic memory, just one look and everything stuck in his mind…but this time, nothing made sense. He picked one piece of the newspaper. The headline read, *The Son of Business Tycoon, Melo Rivers, Dies in A Car Crash*

Their friend responded. I tried ignoring the voices hoping they were just all in my head, but I knew better. It was the same thing every day. Rumors would fly quicker than the speed of light and by the end of the day, I’d go home with a face full of tears. I had no friends, and the ones I thought were my friends turned their back on me. A rough shoulder slammed into me causing all my books to scatter across the hall floor. Laughter filled the halls and I didn’t even bother to see the culprit. I bent down and attempted to pick up my books that people rudely kicked out of my reach.

Instead, he cremated them and scattered their ashes into the sea. After receiving the pig kidney transplant, Vivian's body began to reject it violently. She was forced to take large amounts of anti-rejection drugs every day. At the same time, Joel released all evidence of her plagiarism online, clearing my name completely. Her once-loyal fans, upon learning the truth, turned on her in fury. They harassed her relentlessly, threatening and attacking her daily until she no longer dared to leave her home. In the end, she ran out of medication and could not reach a hospital in time. Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot.

Did he hurt me in order to side with the stronger party? Just like what he was doing at present? I shut my eyes in agony. The doctor spoke up awkwardly, “Miss Zimmer, are you sure you want to donate your bone marrow?” Look. Even a stranger found their attitude toward me strange. But I just nodded. It did not matter who Sully’s parents died for. I would just return the favor I owed her. “But your body…” I knew what the doctor was implying. I had a tumor in my stomach, and I would not live much longer.

her voice became softer and faded. "And now you're with your husband" Devian saw her sad smile so he tried to make her happy. "Oh yeah! Husband. In your dreams." Arien winked playfully. "Nope. In reality." He murmured. "So..? What about the information? Uncle Robert is dead and even if he was alive I wouldn't have believed that report. He was really good to me." Arien said. "Maybe there is something more we can't see." He said. "He died in a car accident right?"

I rolled my eyes. "It's just that Max..." she sighs "...it's hard to say because I dated with him once so I feel very strange." "Just tell me, Loren, bluntly." "Max died," she blurts out of nowhere. I felt ugly. I looked at her trying to process what she had said, maybe it was a joke of hers or I don't know, but she looked serious and somewhat affected. She wasn't kidding.

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

When Hannah didn't hear a response, she continued, "His phone wouldn't stop ringing as he drove. Every call was to curse him out. He got distracted for a split second and crashed into a guardrail. "The front of the car was completely totaled. By the time they brought him in, the doctors said he might never wake up again." I was silent for a long time. On the other end of the line, Hannah spoke again. "Rose?" "I'm listening. Whatever happens to him has nothing to do with me anymore." After I hung up, I walked over to the window. Outside, it was an ordinary evening in the city. The sky was glowing orange-red from the setting sun.

He took his quilt and covered himself with it before using the pillow to cover his ears too. He finally stood up and walked to the door. He unlocked it and opened it in anger and frustration. He met his mother panting heavily at the door. His anger withered away like flowers slowly immediately after he saw her. "Mom? What is it?", he asked in fear "Your father- Your Dad, he just met with an acc- accident!", she said stammering in between her words. "What?!", Kavinsky asked, his eyes wide open in surprise. He left the door wide open and ran downstairs quickly. Mrs. Mark, his mother too followed quickly and closely behind him. * * *

Pressing my lips close to her ear, I whispered softly, my voice shaking with desperation, "Mom, please don't... I don't want you to die. Please, Mom. I'm begging you. Live, just live, okay?" My voice quivered, filled with a mix of fear and pleading. I wanted so badly for her to live, for her to keep going. I was already gone, I couldn't bear to see Mom follow the same path. And then, something changed. I don't know if she truly heard me or if it was just a moment of clarity breaking through her grief, but her body suddenly froze, and the syringe in her hand slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. Tears streaming down her face, she looked into the empty space around her, her voice cr