Euphoria Guy Died Novels & Stories

"Emily?" Fey and Felipe immediately was at my side. "What's wrong?" Fey asked. "He's... dead..." I cried, "The doctor said he died because of the explosion!" "Uh Emily-" "No!" I sobbed harder, "He can't die! I haven't told him I liked him yet!" "Em-"

If I hadn't given myself to him, offered my body to relieve the heat in his body - one of the effects of ecstasy - then he might have been buried six feet under a long time ago. There was a high possibility that he would die because it wasn't just a drop that I put in his drink. There was a possibility of overdose, death, and maybe if that happened, his handsome body would have decayed long ago. "Anyway, as I was saying," Lazarus concluded with Saul before ending the call without saying goodbye. He continued and set his phone down at the foot of the bed before approaching me on the side.

I walked out of the facility with a heavy heart and saw the brothers waiting for me outside. They met me halfway, and I immediately wrapped my arms around them. I breathed in their scent just to steady my nerves before we headed to the car. Once we were on the road, I let out a long, deep sigh. These past few months, since that hospital incident, have been incredibly stressful. Eiffel's boss was already dead by the time I reached his room. Eiffel killed him and nearly killed his wife, too. She would have killed me, as well, if Luan hadn’t stepped in.

"She suffered an extreme emotional shock. That likely triggered the cardiac episode." Callum sat hollow-eyed for what felt like ages, then suddenly snatched up his phone. He opened his browser, his social apps, every place he could think to check, until he finally found Mara's latest private post. She had updated it just minutes before. 'She actually died. Good. Now he belongs only to me again.'

" Damien leaned in as my heart raced, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. Our eyes locked and my stomach twisted into knots, not the sad, frustrated, or panicky type. "I am the stronger man. I will help you stay away from that beast, But!" he retracted his hand and adjusted his cuffs, "You need to help me too." I sat up. What could a wealthy man like him need? "What is it?" I dared to ask. "Euphoria." I simply said and I frowned. The Euphoria Project was infamous. Over the years, many designers picked it up but they failed to capture investors with it. It was managed by one of the biggest companies in Miami. They had been struggling to fix the project to avoid possible bankruptcy.

Ares Vasilios Euphoria, a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness' 4 years ago in Barcelona Spain 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year !!! everyone howled once the clock stroked 12. New year new me that's what every person's resolution for the new year is except that's all bullshit. Well that's what I think about it. People don't just change like that; they have to go through something extreme for them to suddenly change. Name's Ares Vasilios the next successor for the Vasilios Enterprise one of the biggest company in the world owned by my dad Javier Vasilios and soon will be owned by yours truly.

“You let her put synthetic shifter serum into her blood for cash?” “We thought it was just a temporary trial,” Harlan whispered, tears finally slipping down his wrinkled cheeks. “The money saved our house, but six months later, she started getting sick. The fevers, the memory gaps, the strange light in her eyes during full moons… the pack doctors told me it was a rare neurological illness, but it wasn’t. It was a slow, brutal deterioration caused by the serum interacting with her baseline human DNA.” “And her death?” I pressed, stepping closer to his chair. “You told me she died of pneumonia when I was four.”

If he was really dead, his parents would have made it a general fact but they just let it spread like wildfire and they didn't stop the rumor either. Hearing it from Carla, one of the popular sugar girls who got married to a millionaire in his fifties was in charge of spreading hotline gossip like this but this was more authentic than ever. The picture of the room of the deceased and Emily crying in the picture with Nathan holding her crying and I broke down even more. How I survived last night and came here all collected could only be a Xanic pill, it took away my worry and made me feel empty, It was just how I wanted to feel.

Noah, Amy, Celine and Layla were all sitting on the couch looking at the TV and the made up news while Noah was telling them what actually happened and keeping them entertained. The news which was on TV was also a made up news. They were telling that he died of sudden heart attack when we knew what stopped his heart. They decided not to hold a funeral as he has more haters in this world then the people who will be crying over him. So I think Tyler is already buried six feet under the ground. The satisfaction was unreal. "Just drink it." Carlos almost ordered as he took a long sip to finish his drink. I guess he was done with me just watching my glass and not actually drinking but I didn't ca

he replied, and true to his word, he fucked me hard and deep, causing me to scream his name. Euphoria consumed me, wrapping me so tightly that I lost all my five senses. I even cried, but I better knew that it was not because I was in pain. He pulled me into his arms once he finished and said something that I wasn’t expecting to hear. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked with you in that way," he muttered. Woah! He apologized to me again. "Actually, Massimo is dead. That’s why everyone is tensed and working on the next plan," he added, to which I pushed him away in shock.