Emily Prentiss Dies Novels & Stories

Have you ever thought about dying? Surely everyone has at least once or twice in their lives. If you were to die today how would you prefer to go? Maybe in the arms of a loved one, or looking back at old precious memories. Emily sits on the floor, numb from all the pain. She couldn't feel anything, both in her heart and in her head, nothing. It was absolutely quiet and so was the large luxurious prison. She has no one to hold and no beautiful memory to look back on as she contemplates death. A tear drops down her face, brushing pass her bruised cheeks, stinging her.

“I guess they don’t have confidence in us because they have always dealt with the old man. We have to strengthen our bonds with them. Their daughter’s homecoming ball t will be a good opportunity to meet them.” I nod at that. It was my backup plan too. Thomas walks in after dad. I know by his expression that he has something. “Sir, about Ma’am.” I raise my eyebrows. “I mean Miss Emily,” he corrects himself. “What about her?” “The hospital records say she bled a lot. She almost died.” I nod and dismiss him before studying the documents he left. I still kick myself for killing our child like that. Maybe that is why her departure still bugs me. Or maybe it was the look on her face when I did it

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"

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.

On that same day too, Belle died tragically which made me very happy. Belle was finally out of the picture, the brothers were also angry at Emily at that moment because she was the reason why Belle died. I had wanted to think of a way to stop them from consulting Clara for help but Emily also helped me and it helped me to carry out my plans perfectly. Although I felt pity for Emily but I still considered my goal my priority. Then I watched as the brothers ignored her and how she broke down without doing anything before going back to the mansion. And on that day, Clara came visiting me again.

Alex extinguished his cigarette with the heel of his shoe and inquired, "What have you recalled?" Declan shook his head, frustrated with himself. He then told Alex how he had overheard Emma and Alisa's conversation. Alex seemed to understand everything; he looked at Declan's face and wondered if he should tell Declan the truth or not. Alex sighed; he was silent for a long time before speaking: "Declan, please come with me to a place. Let's go!" Alex takes Declan to the cemetery where Emily is buried. He led Declan to Emily's grave and said in a sad voice, "This is the same Emily you loved in the past. She died in an accident. Now, do you remember anything?"

"It's all your fault! Everything is your fault, Katherine! I'm going to kill you!" She lifted the dagger and lunged at me, but when she passed James' corpse, she tripped over his feet and stumbled to the ground, causing the dagger to pierce her own heart. My eyes widened. I never would have imagined that she would die in such a bizarre way. Emily was bewildered for only a moment before relief washed over her. "I've won, Katherine. I may be dying, but I'll be with him first and stay by his side." Her eyes fluttered closed slowly, though she continued to clutch the hem of James' shirt in a death grip with her right hand.

she informed us now and I frowned. “You don't know?” She frowned further, “Your highness, I'm confused.” The maids who I had tasked to be responsible for Emily's death arrived and carried her body which was covered with a white sheet. I studied the doctor’s expression and noticed she had a shocked look on her features. They disappeared into the room and the doctor turned back to me, “She died this morning,” I informed her, “From what I understand, you haven't informed Emily of the news, have you?” I questioned.

She'd woken up to shower, hoping that by doing so, her body would be relaxed enough to sleep but only ended up breaking into tears as soon as the water touched her body. Why did Dre have to die? She did absolutely nothing wrong to deserve to die. Up until the time she met Edmund and started acting weird with her, she was the sweetest person in her corner. What had she done so wrong that had made someone want to kill her? It just didn't seem fair. By the time Emily was done showering, it was evident that showering alone was not all she needed to make her feel like sleeping. She needed a friend, someone who understood how it felt to be in her shoes and Edmund was not that person. She knew just

she said, walking away in brisk steps, almost as though she was afraid if she waited one moment, he would walk out of that car and come for her. She had never felt such danger so close before, her heart was beating so loud, she thought she might die. When inside her taxi going home, she called Emily. “Hey Em” Emily answered. “Come and take my body, I have died in front of the Ritz,” Emerald said dramatically and the taxi driver could not help but look back at her. “The Ritz, you died at a good place. Was it a good last meal?” Emily asked. “I didn't even get to taste the food, I only had a sip of wine. Why was I acting cool?” Emerald cried.