Harwin Strong Death Novels & Stories

"He's not gonna return. But, a few weeks ago, we had both been chatting with each other. We had been joking around. He had teased me, and I had gotten angry at him. How can he bed dead now?" "I'm so sorry about that," I sympathized. "I'm so sorry. Please, let's all stay strong in these hard times." "He's suffered so much to build a good future for Tanya and me. Why did he have to die now? He has not enjoyed his hard labor enough." He gasped for air. "Please, try to calm down. It'll be fine." I let him lean his head on my shoulder. For the first time in months, I was seeing Seth cry. He was weeping, obviously not paying attention to his ego. I also felt very bad. I couldn't believe Harold was

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”

“I'm fine.” “Of course.” Xavier sighed, dropping his arm. “Of course you're fine.” “You'll have to lay low for a while,” I said. Xavier leaned against the desk. “And why is that?” “The CEO of Hart's company is dead.” I held his gaze. “And you were the last person to visit him. The headlines are about to be filled with your name.” He simply stared at me at first, then I watched the realization hit him. “You killed Grayson? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

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."

You decide what you're going to build next to it. The wall looked like this: Thomas Harper-Wren had been thirty-two years old and had been given a compound that the people who administered it knew would kill him, and it had killed him in forty-eight hours, and then someone had written *cardiac arrest* on the document and expected that to be the version that lasted. For thirty years it had lasted. Now it wasn't going to. "The people who ordered it," I said. Knox told me the names. Mercer. Harlan Wren, dead in 2011. The legal administrator, dead in 2019. Mercer, living, regional sub-committee, co-signed.