Harwin Strong Death Novels & Stories

he asks, looking at all the people arriving in their black suits or dresses. "It was quite a shock," Kian rubs the back of his neck. "We really can't prevent death. No matter how rich we are," Harvey sighs and looks around until he spots Hunter greeting the mourners. He's in a wheelchair, and a nurse is standing next to him in case of an emergency. He should be resting now, but Harvey guesses he refused to stay at the hospital after what happened to his dad. Harvey pushes Eden's chair and walks toward Hunter. As soon as he sees him approaching, he lowers his head and starts crying.

Harold was riding his scooter home after work when a black car without plates hit him from behind. The driver fled the scene. They were never found. Harold died on the spot. The company’s investigation into Tristan collapsed after the key witness died, and the case was quietly dropped. I stared at the message, a cold chill spreading across my back. A year ago. Someone who had uncovered Tristan’s secret and ended up dead. A month ago. Someone else who uncovered Tristan’s secret also ended up dead. And me. Now I was the third. I turned off my phone and sat in the dark for a long time, staring into nothing.

The channel’s anchor appeared, her professional smile subdued by the seriousness in her tone. “Breaking news,” the woman announces, her voice smooth but seemingly heavy. “The country mourns the sudden passing of decorated police officer Dean Harwood. Reports confirm that Harwood, fifty-two, died late last night in what authorities describe as a tragic accident. A collision on the highway claimed his life. Officials have praised his years of meritorious service, highlighting his career as one dedicated to justice and integrity.” Dean Harwood...?! Raees’s stomach drop, her knees giving way and she sinks slowly into her chair as if her legs can't hold up her body anymore.

Justin said making Kyle scoff then roll his eyes. Lorenzo helped Harvey sit down beside Ian then walked out of the living room . "What happened to you, man?" Kyle asked. "Nick." Harvey said wincing as he sat back against the couch. "What did Nick do?" Ian asked and looked at me. "Harvey went out for some air after I made him almost die from laughing and Nick attacked him but I had a bad feeling when he didn't come back so, I um killed Nick." I said making them all look at me in shocked.

“I can be your ally. But trust me, if you betray me, your life’s over.” “These past few days, I’ve been digging into Haris Jayadi. And guess what? The guy you’re after—he’s dead.” “Dead?” Marc repeated, not believing what he just heard. “He stopped visiting Mona Salimar… because he died,” the man confirmed. “So we’ve hit another dead end,” Marc sighed, frustration heavy in his chest. “Not really. I did find some things from his relatives.” “Alright then, tell me what you’ve got.” “Haris died shortly after his wife passed away. His stepson was furious—he blamed Haris for her death. And guess what the neighbors said?”

“You were all alone your whole life, and now see… no one’s standing beside you” I spoke and he looked around, there was no one backing him up, Harvey did his job perfectly, Bar was all alone left to me and I didn’t want to give him an easy death, I wanted to see him beg for his life while his soul would slowly leave his body. Though I'm not sure if he has something inside his heart, “I still have the strength to kill you even without backup and a broken leg”

On the other end, Jeremy kept his voice low and replied, "Everything is in order, President Stanton. I am calling to inform you that Mr Pearson has passed away. Also, I heard that Miss Pearson had sustained severe injuries in prison, and she is in the hospital fighting for her life.” A heavy silence settled over Harvey as the finality of the news sank in. Despite knowing that Mr Pearson’s health had been on a downward spiral since the stroke, he had expected a slow decline, but the suddenness of his death caught him off guard. Harvey leaned back on his leather chair, the phone still pressed to his ear, and said, “My condolences to the Pearson family.” He thanked his Executive Secretary, then

Just when Wade intended to tell Korah about this, the woman herself went to the Project Department downstairs. He remembered Korah asking Ekialde and his goons to teach Cyrus a lesson. She must have gone there to take a look at the situation. Wade went downstairs as well and went to Team Four. Ekialde was talking to Korah. “Korah.” Wade called her. “Why are you here, Dad?” Korah asked in astonishment. “I have good news. Marino Hunt is dead.” “What?!” Korah was stunned, but her shock soon turned into disbelief.

Call immediately. I waited until Ivan was settled in the living room with his coloring books before returning the urgent call. “What did you discover?” “The death certificate for your wife was filed by Dr. Frederick Harper, chief of trauma surgery at Saint Mary’s Private Hospital, but here’s the interesting part—Harper is also the heir to Harper Medical Group and has been photographed with the Veyrons many times.” The phone nearly slipped from my trembling hands. The connections run deep, then. This wasn’t a coincidence or random rescue.

He ended the call and dropped the phone back onto the console. "Athena," he said, turning his head to look at me. His expression was completely blank, but the energy rolling off him was suffocating. "Charles Harrington didn't die of natural causes. He was found in his private study twenty minutes ago. Apparent suicide." "Suicide?" I repeated, the word tasting like copper in my mouth. I shook my head, my mind rejecting the concept instantly. "No. Five minutes ago, his personal security was trying to break into your penthouse to destroy evidence. A man like Charles Harrington doesn't authorize a hit on a server and then kill himself twenty minutes later."