Does April Kepner Die Novels & Stories

Dorian and Caspian were halfway down the stairs when they heard the sound emitting from the television in the living room. The morning news anchor’s voice carried clean and clear up to where Dorian and Caspian had both stopped walking at the same time without deciding to. “Breaking news. Martins Keene, CEO of Keene Enterprises, was pronounced dead late last night at the family residence. Authorities confirm the death is being treated as suspicious following toxicology findings. A suspect is currently in custody.”

“Nah. Thеу оnlу mеt аt April’s раrеntѕ’ funеrаl. She says Jеѕѕuр аnd Aрrіl weren’t thаt сlоѕе. But hоnеѕtlу, mаn, I dоn’t knоw whаt tо bеlіеvе. It’s like ѕhе thіnkѕ ѕhе hаѕ tо be thе one tо ѕаvе April. Sоmе rеnеgаdе rероrtеr vіgіlаntе ѕhіt hаlf driven by thе nееd tо lаunсh hеr саrееr, and hаlf bу a dіѕbеlіеf іn роlісе procedure.” Hе dоеѕn’t rеасt. I shake mу hеаd and соntіnuе, “It’ѕ a mess R уаn, раrt оf mе thіnkѕ ѕhе mау have a vаlіd роіnt аbоut thе department. I wouldn’t рut it раѕt Jасоb to uѕе Aрrіl аѕ ѕоmе ѕоrt оf bait to trар Jеѕѕuр. Yоu knоw hоw lоng ѕhе’ѕ bееn аftеr him?”

I waited for the cops to show up with their arrest warrant but days turned into weeks and a week turned into a month but everything remained silent. There was also no news of Keenan's burial or the evidence of me being involved with the Mafia circulating in the media just like April had threatened to do, and for the first time, I felt my heart leap in my chest because that could only mean one thing, even though it was absurd. Blake was alive. I had someone look into it and when the report came back, the ache in my lungs eased a little. April was a conniving little bitch, and she did a pretty good job too.

Kevin settled onto a stool before me, his unwavering gaze fixed on my face. “So, who’s dead?” I inquired; my voice tinged with a cold edge as I braced myself for the news. "Piper and her partner," Kevin answered solemnly, his words hanging heavy in the air. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I processed the information, my mind racing to make sense of the tragedy. “How? Why? Was it not the night where they were chasing after Zyra?” I demanded, my brow furrowing with confusion and frustration. Kevin nodded grimly, confirming my suspicions.

When they arrived, the questions hit him all at once: “What happened to April?” “Where is she? Is she okay?” He opened his mouth to answer, but just then the doors to the ward opened, and Dr. Fred stepped out with a grave expression. The doctor’s words carved through the air like a blade. “I’m sorry, but she’s officially brain dead. There was nothing more we could do.” It was as though someone had ripped the ground from under Martin’s feet. April was gone. The breath left his lungs in a strangled sound. He wanted to scream, but all that came out was silence.

“You mean the one you passed out on after too much tequila?” Trent grinned. “Exactly.” Sophie shook her head fondly, giving April a quick hug before stepping inside. “It hasn’t been the same without you. How are you coping without your dad?” April swallowed. They had wanted to be at the funeral, but she had needed time. “I’m... okay.” As they moved toward the dining area, Poppy stopped in her tracks, her eyes landing on Tally, who was pouring glasses of wine. “Oh. Hi.” Poppy’s gaze flicked from April to Tally and back again.

The media put it all on display, proclaiming America's singing princess was dead and now the whole world knew. "Is it true?" Celine whispered brokenly, clutching at her blankets as if they were the only thing grounding her to reality, and Kevin brushed away the threatening tears as he nodded, crossing the room quickly to gather Celine in his arms. Maybe if he hadn't brushed her off so abruptly, April might still be alive. When she hadn't shown up for a week he had finally gone up to her floor to ask what was going on, but he was too slow, too late, and now April was lost forever.

"This was just a contract. Just a business arrangement. Your impending death is none of my business." I walk toward the door. "April—" "I need some air." "Don't—" "Don't what? Don't walk away? Don't process the fact that my husband is dying and didn't think I deserved to know?" I turn back to him. "You wanted a Luna who could play the role. Fine. I'll play it. But don't expect me to smile while you lie to me about life-and-death situations." "I wasn't lying—" "Omission is lying when it's about something this big!"

"Our elder sister. She's the first I'm the second, you're the third, Harry is the fourth and then there is Diana our last born." "Hmmm... I'd love to meet all of them. I can't remember what they look like..", "You will..one day. So.. you can imagine my situation, living on Dad and Mum, living Dad's dreams..I moved out of the house and stayed in April's family house after she died. I just needed to be close to her somehow. That's when I met her cousin, May..she came to pay a visit of commiseration. May wanted to come to Boston to start a new life. She couldn't bear the torture of living in that moment. So we had the same problems.. sort of. She had other problems that led me to Payne. So, we

“K.D. trains my children at the university. All three of them. My husband, Cyprian, was once his butler before he passed away, so——” “What!” I shrieked. “Irish, full beard, and bald Cyprian. Sorry for the awkward description, it’s just, I’m—” “Yes, that’s him,” her face tightened a fraction. “Pulmonary cancer took him last year. Ever since, K.D. has been my family’s life support.” My heart crumpled in agony. Cyprian was a nice man and didn't give me the creeps like Seraphina and Tommy. It's a pity that good people don’t last.