Elizabeth Afton Death Novels & Stories

I lifted my eyes to my aide. “Say that again.” He swallowed hard, barely able to look at me. “The coast patrol just reported it. The explosion happened on the nearshore route to Emerald Isle. They’ve confirmed…” His voice shook. “They’ve confirmed it was the white yacht Mrs. Moretti took this morning.” The crystal tumbler at my side hit the floor with a violent crash. Glass shattered everywhere. Sofia flinched so hard her face went white, and the child jolted awake and burst into tears.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away,even my hands were trembling. “Among the casualties is Elizabeth Rhodes,daughter of late Pedro and Gianna Rhodes who was believed to be pregnant at the time of her death. Our sources confirm she was present at the estate before the explosion along with Cade Torres , a notorious gang leader whom the authorities had been after.Officials have not released further details…” Elizabeth’s photo flashed on the screen. Her smile is soft and her pretty eyes beaming. That same smile that I had fallen in love with was now labeled under a banner that read ‘DEAD’.

The police’s voice was stern but calm as he stretched out his hand for a shake. “I understand,” Rozelyn stated as she accepted the handshake with her right hand. “It was confirmed: the death was declared as an accident caused by an animal attack—probably a bear or a wolf as winter is nearing and those wild animals have perhaps spotted Ms. Hestia, resulting in her to be carrion.” She just gave him a tight nod and watched the police walk away. Romaine and Cyrill were already inside the car. “We heard everything,” Romaine declared.

"Yes, I did. She died because of me. It's all my fault she's in this grave." "How did it happen?" I didn't mind that Liam was really interested in this story. I just assumed he cared, that's all. "Elizabeth found out Drew was cheating on her. I don't know how but she did. You know, she confided in me and asked me if I knew anything. What could I say? I told her I didn't. And then on one stormy night, Elizabeth came to my apartment drunk and very devastated. She found out that I was her husband's mistress. She was so hurt, I couldn't even defend myself. She just felt betrayed and had a lot of things to say to me. When she was about to leave, the rainstorm got worse. I tried to stop her but sh

But now, her hope was a ghost, gone with the smoke and silence of the slaughter. Elizabeth hadn’t just attacked the home. She had wiped out the entire village. Over thirty people. Gone. Massacred. This wasn’t bad news. It was the worst news of my life. It was a horror no one should ever wake up to—especially not in the early hours of a supposedly normal morning. It was devastating. No… it was hell. *****

“We didn't mean to leave her back there, she fell off the escape van” “She said we should have come back for her, but reaking her out of prison won't be easy anymore; they have tighter security,” Felix explained. “Of course they do” My fists clenched as I recalled. “Any news on Elizabeth?” “The Davenport girl? She died eight months ago” Vanessa wasn't lying? “I killed her?” I muttered. “Do you know where she's buried?” I looked up at Felix who nodded. “Good let's go” ******** ~~Vanessa~~

"They have figured out the answer!" Elizabeth was lost in her thoughts for a while. She felt that Sigrid's guess was accurate. "If that is the case, then we can conclude that the death of all young ladies was caused by her. But we can't be sure that the death of the males in the village was caused by her too!" Sigrid bobbed her head in agreement. "Wow, that was easy to crack. We figured it out within minutes after we came to the second floor." Lydia wanted to cry in shame, but as she had been paid, it was necessary for her to continue her act.

Felicity wasn't afraid of many things, but she had a fear of the dead, especially those who died by drowning. When she was younger, she attended a relative's funeral with her mother. The relative had a heart attack while fishing by the river and fell into the water. It took the salvage team four to five days to recover the body.

Rested a framed photograph. An elderly woman. Elegant. Silver-haired. Smiling gently at the camera. On the bottom of the frame, written in graceful handwriting, were six words. I'll return when it's safe. — Elizabeth Adrian's breathing stopped. His grandmother... Had never written a farewell. She had written a promise. Which meant only one thing. If the photograph was telling the truth... Elizabeth Blackwell had never died. She was still alive. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And perhaps...

Anton glanced toward Nora. Nora tapped another file. "Officially?" The next photograph appeared. A newspaper clipping. A headline. A date. A funeral announcement. The room grew quiet. Evelyn Cross had reportedly died seven years earlier following a single-vehicle accident on a rural highway. Elena frowned. "Reportedly?" Anton nodded. "That's where things get interesting." The next slide appeared. Death certificate. Police report. Medical examiner's findings. Every document looked legitimate. Every signature verified. Every procedure followed.