Does Eric Die In Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

During the thirty years I was Eric's mate, he was recognized throughout the pack as the perfect partner. It wasn't until a shewolf appeared at his funeral with a will that everything came undone. "Eric left a will before he died. Everything under his name belongs to me!" Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at me. "He forbade me from appearing in front of you while he was alive. "But so what? He gave his entire inheritance to me! I'm the one he truly loved!" Every word of the will was filled with Eric's deep remorse and desire to make amends to the shewolf. It was as if the thirty years we had spent together had all been a figment of my imagination

Marco started to say something, but seeing Dante's state, he shut his mouth. In the Chicago underworld, Dante Moretti was a legend. Cold, ruthless, always in control. No one had ever seen him look weak. No one had ever seen him shed a tear. But now, the legend was on his knees beside a filthy puddle, as helpless as a child who had lost his mother. Finally, they found it. Alessia’s SIM card. Dante clutched it like a holy relic, thinking maybe, just maybe, it held a final message she wanted him to see.

the cop said, ignoring what Lucia had said, as he made his way to me pulling out a cuff. “I’m not going to the station with you guys, I honestly have nothing to do with this. I haven’t seen or spoken to Eric since our relationship ended” I replied hiding behind my mum. My dad, who had immediately gone silent since the outburst, spoke up. “Why are you accusing my daughter of such a criminal offense? Eric is her ex boyfriend doesn’t mean she killed him, they aren’t even talking so what do you mean?” My dad asked. “Eric was found in his room in the pool of his blood and the last person he called was your daughter, mind explaining that Miss?” He asked looking so impatient.

“We’re divorced. We’re done. If you ever come near me again, I’ll file a restraining order. And if that doesn’t stop you, I’ll make sure you never get within twenty feet of me again—for life.” With that, I turned and walked away. I never saw him again. … Six months later, I heard the news. Eric had died in a shootout—caught in a crossfire with one of the FBI’s sting operations. Word had it his men tried to drag him to safety, but he refused to move. Just stared into the distance, whispering, “I’m waiting for Evelyn. She’s coming to save me.” But I never came. CNN ran the report: Eric’s hideout had been raided. His organization dismantled. His loyalists imprisoned. He was gone. Just like that

"What do you expect, Derek?. It's been a while by the way" "Yeah, yeah. I only came to collect my share of the Chinese deal". "Was that why you had to kill people just to pass the information that you are here?" Eric asked, still not stopping the food. He took his time to eat and savour every taste. Amelia on the other side was shivering uncontrollably. "It was the best I could do" he adjusted his chair towards Eric and took the other full chicken meant for Amelia. "Do you mind?" He asked Amelia who shaked her head side ways as she was too scared to talk.

"You were about to pass out." "I'm fine," I snapped as Eric lunged at Van. He dodged grabbing the knife ripping it from Eric's hand. He quickly plunged it into Eric's chest knowing it must be done. Eric was a threat to everyone. Eric's eyes widened before he collapsed onto the ground. I watched as blood spilled all over the floor covering the magical seal. Van tossed the knife aside as I knelt next to Eric. I wanted to watch him die to make sure he couldn't hurt Van again. Because of Eric, Brooke is dead.

I know Eric well enough know to know he doesn’t think his father has had enough, it’s not over until Eric says it is. Eric yanks the chains around my legs, breaking them free. I try to stand, but instantly fall back down but Eric catches me before I hit the ground. “I’m going to kill them,” Eric whispers in my ear as I clutch to his arms, I breathe in his scent. I believe him. “Where’s the money?” Mark asks sounding close behind. Eric sound around, baring his teeth. “I’ll give you your money,” Eric says. “A deals a deal, right?” Mark eyes Eric suspiciously. Mia appears at his side, limping and rubbing her head.

"Gosh, how unbelievable and irresponsible can you be! After all my hard work to get here. At this point, I'm convinced you just want to frustrate my efforts. What is your problem?" "Look, it's not so bad. At least he's responding to treatments. Besides, I didn't shoot him. The hitman did. Also, about Alicia -" I cut the call before he could explain himself and grabbed my bag. Eric had to be alright. He could not die now. He just couldn't! **** As I rushed out of the mansion, I only got to realise that I didn't know where Eric was admitted when the driver asked me where I was going.

But he didn't tell her. It's been a week since after Tiffany's murder, there's no lead and the cops are planning to give up. There are a lot of fingerprints at the scenes of crime that they don't know who the suspect is. Eric has been trying to avoid the discussion with Luck. He told his mum that he was okay to return to school. His mum agreed, but she knew that Eric was not okay. He spoke to him about it, but Eric felt he wasn't interested and that he is okay. What they had was temporary, so it didn't hurt him. Eric knows he's lying, he's a bag of nerves, he knows that Newton will come for him. He saw their faces and he knows them, so Newton will come for him.

Shane said, his voice low and threatening, “if he finds out you cornered his pregnant mate in a bathroom, there’s a very high chance he will kill you. And I will help him burn the body.” Eric’s face went pale. “I wasn’t cornering her. I just needed to talk—” “Does it look like we care?” Jasmine snapped. “Get out. Now.” Eric looked at me one more time, his eyes filled with a pitiful look. “Please, Iris. Just think about what I told you.” “Goodbye, Eric,” I said, my voice final. Eric’s shoulders sagged in defeat. He gave me one last long look, then turned and walked toward the door. The moment the door closed behind him, I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.