Euphoria Guy Died Novels & Stories

I coughed when he said that. "Wait. What? Why are you suing him? He’s a good man. I can vouch that. Let’s not judge him first." "Or maybe because he thinks you and your son are dead," he said making my eyes widen. "WHAAAAT?" "Yes. It said in the news that you, your son and Roel died at the car explosion. Your friends are grieving of your death," Felix said. Grieving? What the! “How did you know they grieved us?”

By the time I sat up in Luca’s bed with my phone clenched in both hands, the fire footage had already been clipped, reposted, slowed down, zoomed in, narrated over, argued about, and set to at least six different dramatic songs. My name was trending. Euphoria was trending. The Cashmere Crown was trending. And Luca Moretti was apparently no longer a man. He was a moment. A headline. A fantasy. A billionaire savior wrapped in smoke and tailored black clothing. I stared at my screen, horrified. Then I scrolled. Which was my first mistake. One video showed the hallway outside Euphoria just after the alarms began. Dancers and crew members were running, coughing, stumbling through the smoke while

"Come home, sweetheart. I'll make your favorite lemonade fried chicken." In my previous life, my grandmother, who'd spent her days quietly in the countryside, somehow found out my death. She mourned for a long time, fell ill, and her health never recovered. She passed away not long after. As soon as I got off the bus, she hurried over and took the luggage from my hands. "Come on," she said cheerfully. "Let's go home. The lemonade fried chicken is ready." The small house wasn't much to look at, but it held every piece of my childhood.

He took his own life. When the fame got out of hand and his personal life was not so personal anymore. Jason went into depression, but the papparazzi did little to nothing to leave him alone. He was a meal to then. That... kind of got into his head, until one day, his manager found him dead in his apartment, suffocated by poisonous gas. So many things came to my head. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to tell him everything about Super Nova that happened after his death.

Those who still have no idea who he was, finally recognize him when his brother's death made national news. Eli was 19 years old when he fell to his death from their 18th-floor Goldstone penthouse. It was reported that he was trying to do a stunt for their channel when he slipped and fell. Marlon was there. People started to search for their names on G****e just to find out what they looked like and who they were. They swarmed up their social media accounts and feed on the tragedy. Marlon's face surfaced across the web and news media as the guy who witnessed his brother's tragic death. Though he was considered underage, no one could prevent the massive exposure because of his celebrity paren

He nodded solemnly and said, "It took a lot of money to cure him after he got uremia. Our family didn't have so much money, so we don't have any hope. But he suddenly posted his rich life in social media, and he also posted a picture saying he was rich. But it's strange that such a person would suddenly commit suicide." This was a thorn in his heart. He had been investigating, but he didn't find any evidence. Stacy's reaction made him feel that he had found a breakthrough. "It's strange that he committed suicide after posting a picture saying he was rich." Normally, if he had money, he would have hope to cure his illness, and then he would be able to survive. How could he choose to commit su

The crowd exchanged glances. Since Euphoria Lounge opened, there had never been a disturbance like this. This guy was strong, but could he really go up against an elite family? He had a death wish…

I cried and slammed my fists against him. “Miss Hasty, please try and calm down, I know that you are angry at me but —“ “Don’t you dare call me that or tell me to calm down!” I snapped. I ran my hands through my hair and cried. “Do you have any idea what happened?! Someone died! They died right here!” I boomed. I locked eyes with him and whispered “Jared is dead, He’s gone, he’s gone…” I cried and Tyler pulled me into his chest, the scent of his cologne filled my nostrils and I sank into him.

Jason did have the capital. "Yes, I want to have a short talk with you." said Gusto, looking at Madison. Madison looked up at Gusto, and there was a hint of mist in his eyes. "Is there any news about him?" Madison asked. She knew that in the past year, Gusto had never given up searching for him. In fact, she was definitely not the only one in pain. When the news of Jason’s death came, Gusto was also heartbroken. It was exaggerated to say that he grew grey overnight, but that night, this man, who was usually in high spirits, really became older.

Felix asked bitterly. Sally wasn’t going easy on him. After watching him receive IV treatments for a few days, she forcibly brought him back to the film set. "Finish filming. You’re almost done. After that, whether you want to continue acting or not is your business." But after returning to work, Felix was never in the right mindset. Once the company announced my death, many people expressed their sorrow. They were saddened that I had died so young, without ever getting to enjoy the prime of my life.