Elena Gilbert Death Novels & Stories

No one wanted to marry that. Elena had finally stopped laughing and caught her breath. “Well, whatever happened, you need to watch it. I’ve not seen Gurtar this angry since that lousy dead husband of hers spent their last coins on whores”. She hesitated, and fiddled with a loose thread on her grubby apron. “I know you were a child when it happened, but the way he died was a bit…off”. I was puzzled. “I thought he had a heart attack or something”. Elena scoffed. “Yeah well, to my knowledge heart attacks don’t cause you to bleed on your bed sheets, I was the one that scrubbed them”. I suddenly felt much more afraid than I had before. “Are you saying...” my eyes darted towards the inn, and Gurt

"That's just a piece of paper. You know, the only person I love is you. My future, my children, everything I have is yours." "Why bother arguing over a mere title with a dying person?" I pushed him away in disbelief. "A dying person?" "Elena's brain cancer has relapsed." A flash of grief and pity passed through Killian's eyes. "The doctor said she has at most half a year left. She has had a hard life. Five years ago in the Alps, if she hadn't pushed you away and dug me out of the snow, carrying me for three days and three nights, we would have died long ago."

The name stared back at me from the screen. Status: Deceased. Cause of death: Accidental fall. But the article underneath said otherwise. Witnesses reported a struggle. Case closed due to lack of evidence. I scrolled. Another article. Elena Moretti linked romantically to prominent academic Victor Sterling. My breath caught. She hadn’t disappeared. She’d been erased. “She didn’t fall.” I jumped. Naomi stood behind me. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered. She gave a sad smile. “Neither should you. But here we are.”

"What...?" Ellison could barely speak. His hand shook as he took the hairpin, not wanting to believe any of it. "Ms. Gilbert died of liver cancer," the woman said. "This hairpin... she left it behind. She won't be coming to the wedding. You don't have to wait for her anymore." Her voice was so loud this time, almost everyone could hear. "No way!" Ellison shouted, his voice shaking. "She was just fine before. How could she have liver cancer? She was excited about today... about our wedding...

“She asked me to give you this. She has left Chicago. She will not attend the engagement, and she will not return here.” The first document Adrian pulled out was a death certificate. Elena’s father’s name was printed across the top. He had died late on December twenty-fourth from sudden cardiac arrest. Adrian stared at the page before looking through the hospital report and call records. Elena had called him more than a dozen times that night. He had answered only once. Her words came back to him. Her father had collapsed. The defibrillator was in the SUV. She had begged him to return. Adrian had told her Lucia could barely stand and accused her of using the emergency to force him into a cho

She finally sighed and picked up the call, after it rang for several minutes. "Hello, Maya." "You're really doing this? Like, right now?" Maya blurted as soon as she heard her voice. Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, lips painted deep crimson to hide how dry her mouth felt. "I have to." She replied after a while of silence. "This isn't some dive bar sting operation, El. These people are ghosts. Billionaires who make people disappear for fun. If they figure out you're a journalist...

However, the doctor was well aware of how pitiful my situation was, so he pretended that he needed to step out for a moment, leaving me all alone in the office. I knew he was giving me an opportunity, so I hurriedly pulled up the surveillance footage. Sure enough, I found the footage from Lillian's ward and recorded her final words. As I looked at it once more, my heart ached for Lillian. Evidently, she still had a chance to live, yet because of that monster Elena, she was ultimately left to waste away until she died. For this reason alone, I would never let Elena lay her hands on the inheritance.

"We found the car. It is at the bottom of Devil’s Peak. It went through the guardrail, Sir. The vehicle is completely incinerated." The room spun. The air vanished from Julian’s lungs. "What?" "The fire department just put out the blaze on the rocks below," Marcus choked out. "Sir… there is blood on the wreckage. A lot of it. The police are calling it a total fatality. Elara is dead." The phone slipped from Julian’s hand, clattering loudly against the mahogany desk. Outside, a final crack of lightning illuminated the empty room, leaving Julian Sterling sitting in the dark, suffocating on the ashes of his own arrogance.

He slowly released Alicia's hand and said, "This is Lily's grave, and that's Jill's grave. They are buried next to each other. I'm sure Lily would be happy to sleep with her father, the man she loved the most until the end." Alicia listened to Nicholas' words until they were finished, then proceeded to walk closer to the grave. She crouched down, the surface of her hand grazing the headstone that bore Lily's name, as well as the date of her death. Alicia's eyes glazed over as she imagined the last seconds of Lily's life as she gulped down the cyanide in her body. Her memory returned to Elena, one of her friends at Golden High School. She also died from potassium cyanide in her coffee at brea

I was trembling when I saw the final paper. It was a copy of the hidden autopsy report. I had erased it too. But I was too naive too realize Isabella was a IT genius. Cause of Death: Positional Asphyxiation. Time of Death: 8:45 PM. At the very end of the report, in the white margin, Isabella had written one final note in red ink: "You put her back in that crib so you could finish. You chose your lust over her life. You killed Elena. Now you’ve killed me. Enjoy your freedom, Mateo.”