Estarossa Death Novels & Stories

Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they take the stage and report the details of the case to the ears. August started with his Muddy Waters grit, "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues; 29 of age and of Brazilian descent. She was found this morning at 4:07 am by a local lying easily 30 miles away; but it was obvious that she just came from the party. Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head," everyone gasped. GD covered his mouths with their hand; Albert looked even angrier in disbelief; and the rest were taking their eyes to a sullen state as they fill the room.

"My Alpha made me swear that I'll keep you safe and not even a hair on your head should be touched. So if you know what's best for you, keep your ass on that bed and be safe!" We were still talking when I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I turned to Oscar and he had gone still. He's fucking dead. Not by a stake, not by anything that could kill a vampire but the blood of my fated. "He's gone," I whisper. None of them flinches. Declan angles his right shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Good for him. Are the clean-up team close?" He asks Xavier as if Oscar Warsunng's death shouldn't be a thing of bother.

​He crashed his lips onto mine. ​It wasn't a kiss of comfort. It was a weaponized collision of two souls that had been starved for a millennium. The "Sexual Tension" we had been bottling up in that penthouse exploded. ​The "Sin-Eater" shrieked. ​The grey mist he was weaving turned into a blinding, incandescent violet. The air in the server room began to crackle with ozone as the "Forbidden Touch" surged through our bonded skin. It wasn't the weight of the past that hit Kaelen now—it was the raw, unadulterated fire of the Tenth Life’s craving.

But the conversation moved too quickly afterward. Only Estella truly memorized it. Astra Gate. What was that? ** By midnight— the meeting ended. Valcor successfully secured leverage against Helix Nova. Aether’s pressure finally began stabilizing. But when Estella stepped outside the restaurant— her phone vibrated sharply. News notification. A traffic accident. Victim identified: Damien Kress. Dead at the scene. Estella stopped walking. Cold realization spread slowly through her chest. No. Not accident. Cleanup. Someone erased him.

Anton reported, his voice tight. "Was it?" I asked, my tone entirely nonchalant. I didn't care about Sofia's ruined reputation, nor was I surprised by Mira’s venom. They were snakes biting each other’s tails. "Yes, boss," Anton replied. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing. "And one more thing." "What?" "Esther is dead. Sofia killed her." A cold, dark satisfaction settled in my chest. "Good," I spat, tossing the tablet onto the nightstand. "You can leave now."