Euphoria Guy Died Novels & Stories

He sarcastically said, "Isn't it obvious." "You look terrible." I said, "What happened?" His lips pursed, "Oh no biggy, just your usual." He leaned his head back against the couch, "Just my father sold me out, my brother hates my guts and the girl I love probably in love with someone else and oh yeah, how could I forget-" He turned his head to me, "My mother is alive, you know the one I killed, well turns out I didn't kill her after all." "So yeah, just a normal dose of my daily life," he added with a smile.

Luckily, he managed to once again deflect all the media attention and get Mom's name forgotten. Ezequiel's death was given as yet another tragedy caused by drugs, he had an overdose shortly after, according to the gossip newspapers, murdering the prostitute who was with him, since no other person was seen at the scene. I thought about calling or sending a message to Henrico, but pride wouldn't let me. That would only create more trouble too, I promised my dad I'd stay away from my sister's ex if Mom was safe, and if he really wanted to find me, he would have arranged it.

My forehead furrowed when I saw that my former college classmates had added me to a newly created group chat. I read their messages, and my mouth went dry. "What's wrong? What's the matter?" Eli asked, puzzled, and I looked at him. "Do you remember the story I told you last week? About the guy who used to bully me in college?" I asked him, and he nodded. "The one who made you his bet?" he asked, and I nodded, then returned my gaze to the screen. "He died six days ago. The cause of death was apparently sudden unexplained nocturnal death syndrome," I said, and a shiver ran through my entire body.

"Why the long face?" Beatrice briefly glanced at her, her smile disappeared. "My manager. He died yesterday. And it's hard to believe that he actually is dead. He was so healthy." She shook her head. "No one ever gets used to this tale of death. No one saw it coming. Someone should have seen it coming at least, maybe in a dream. They said he left alone. And that he killed himself right after he finished masturbating. Why would he do that?" Susan looked at Beatrice.

Will said. "This is crazy," Gulf sighed. ***** Night came. Gulf and the rest had their dinner and they are in the living room. When Zeke came. "Sirs, you gotta see this," Zeke said showing his phone. ❗Breaking News❗ "Due to the scandals that Emerald is facing, their stocks went down the hill. And it caused it to end the life of James Harris in a suicide," the reporter said. *gasped* "It was reported that one of his servants found him dead inside his room by taking numerous amounts of different drugs that caused multiple complications resulting in his death," the anchor continues.

"Sit down, Miss Huxley. I bring terrible news." My hand flies to my chest. I know it can't be good. I do as he instructs and sit. I'm hyperventilating and I know it. This has to be about Jason. He stares at me awkwardly with the suitcase in hand. He then clears his throat. "Your cousin, Jason, was killed in a shoot out at two in the morning." My head starts spinning. Jason. Dead. Killed. I'm too shocked for words. He wasn't answering the phone because he was dead. I feel sick. It can't be. How could he be dead? "Are you sure?" This is the first question that comes to mind.

Ones that squeezed his gut. "What happened?" "He died. In a car accident. The following year, it was Carl who died, Lorren's boyfriend. He was out of rehab centre before he joined us. To him, our crew was a way to punish those that caused people like him harm but his father visits him one day and spoils all the good work that Carl had taken years to achieve. Carl sinks back heavily to the damn drugs. He gets an overdose, and then he goes, puff, like he never was with us..."

"What are you perverts getting so worked up for? Are you that desperate for a live stream?" Evelyn thought the group members were just clamoring for more of her provocative content. But after that message, there was a long, heavy silence. For a full 30 seconds, no one said a word or started a new lucky draw. Because Evelyn had finally seen what I posted, her ID popped up again just a moment later. "Impossible! This is just a coincidence! My husband's already dead. I'm sure of it. He died this afternoon!"

Soren looked around to make sure no one was listening in. “Club Euphoria.” Vin’s hands fisted at his sides, so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He raked a hand over his hair, shaking his head as he tried to fathom why Cullen would be in such a place. Not only was Club Euphoria Callie’s former workplace, but her shitty uncle and those women she adored lived there. If Cullen had likely caught a whiff of his and Callie’s relationship, but what Euphoria had to do with that, he had to know.

He told me that he needed to talk to Dion, the bartender. “We’re just finishing up at Euphoria. There were some shortage issues that we had to deal with. Why? What’s wrong?” I asked her. A horrible pit formed in my stomach. No. He wouldn’t do that, would he? The answer was clear as day once I heard Aria crying out in the background. Oh, fuck no! Fury filled me as I rushed down the stairs, hunting him like the dead man that he was about to be. “Dude. Where’s the fire?” Adam asked when I clipped his shoulder.