Dog Suicide Bridge Novels & Stories

My vision was starting to tunnel. Suddenly, we reached the long, high bridge that crossed over the river. There were no turn-offs, just a straight shot of concrete. I slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched. The SUV jerked violently, coming to a dead stop right in the middle of the bridge. Behind us, a car honked its horn before cutting past us, but I didn't care. Angel gasped, her hand still between her legs, her eyes wide with shock. "Daddy? What are you doing?"

This was even more fun than I had expected. “I came here for business, Mr Nathan. If we could talk in your office—” “Please, after you.” He said excitedly, clearing the way for me to go through and I smiled at him sweetly. I made my way to the elevator and as soon as it opened, memories of how I nearly died here came flooding back. “I heard someone died here two years ago,” I muttered, stepping inside and he nodded with a melancholic expression. “My fiance. She was a sweet soul.” He said sadly and I had to bite my tongue to stop the scoff from escaping.

“Wait, how do you know that? “I have my gifts. It was true, whenever I had passed this bridge I would look down and wonder how he had killed himself if he wasn't so tall. And it was too dry to say he had drowned, yet it had been forty years ago, I didn't know what the river was like at that time, maybe it was deeper. I don't know. “It's not true, it's always with you that evil entity, isn't it? You never managed to get rid of it.

- Now the son of a bitch was laughing at my face - You just gave me a good idea! - Aaaaaah! Help! I am literally digging my own grave! - Now I'm not getting out of here - I put my hand to my mouth in fear - Lord what have I done with my life? Sarah had the terrible idea of reminding me of the goalkeeper from the same team as Miguel Henrique who had apparently murdered his wife, and she had to remind me of this just when I was going to spend days alone with the idiot? Did it have to be the morning after our wedding? Not even dead I was going to leave the room to travel alone with Miguel. Could it be that he had a plan to send me seven feet off the ground?

As we stepped out of the car, the driver was quick to take a turn and drive back to the coven. “Just a little walk and we will be there in an hour or two,” Grace said, pointing to the bridge before us. We walked over stepping on the bride and danced from one end to the other. It was made of nothing but ropes and one silly mistake means the very end. The bottom was too dense for the eyes to see its end.

The man inquired as he noticed me breaking the glasses with my shoes. "You're trying to escape?" He questioned and tightened his fist on my neck. I almost lost my breath but I didn't give up. He got distracted in order to pick up his gun. I took the cuffs again and hit him on the eye. He instantly let go of me and I dived out of the car. I didn't realize that we were already on the bridge so I almost fell off. My hands were holding onto the bridge gates. As expected, the truck hit him from the road and the car was pushed off the bridge into the huge water beneath me. The gate got destroyed during that and my hand slipped. I managed to grab another part of the bridge gate and clenched my fist

Loss of blood sincerely was much, and so, he unintentionally toppled, but determined, remained his stance. The bridge, deserted, served as a great hiding spot, and for an unplanned escaped prisoner as himself, visiting a hospital for medical attention was… Dumb. Again, news of his vile orchestration with Mary on the verily adored, and noteworthy Theresa Ford easily went global. Tony was bound to get recognized but also bound to die if his linger prolonged. Soon, his body, throbbing in sheer agony, dragged its feet through a path leading from the bridge's beneath to the top. A single soul couldn't be sighted, and the expectancy of a car driving along was outrageously incredulous.

"I still care about you. Look, Rowan’s a lost cause. He’s practically fucking dead. The doctors have said he’s beyond saving. If you stay by his side, you’ll be a widow before long. Let’s keep things between us quiet. Once he’s gone, everything he owns will be ours." Ivy felt her stomach churn. She hadn’t realized just how vile Justin was until this moment. The audacity, the shamelessness—it was suffocating. "What if your brother doesn’t die?" she asked, her voice cold, cutting through the air like a knife. Justin hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the question. "That’s impossible!" His words came out too quickly, as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. "The doctors h

I bade kamil goodnight tiredly, and retired to the bedroom or should I say our bedroom. On entering the room,Zane was there already. He was working on his laptop. so I greeted him as I closed the door quietly behind me. I walked into the room not getting any response from him. what have I done this time.I wondered... "Welcome" he muttered to me and I proceeded to undressing and taking a shower. His head was still buried to his laptop as I entered the shower and the water droplets touched the floor. Zane's POV

I smiled to myself. The door opened and Ryder was led in by another guy. "Jax! It's good to see you. I hope you have good news for me " he beamed taking his seat opposite me at the bar. He took out ice block into his cup and filled it with alcohol. Oh, that's your last drink, fool. I thought. Ryder is someone you should call devil's advocate. He was evil and killed without no mercy. He killed his wife because she saw him when he shot his brother. He even said it without remorse.