How Did Ray Manchester Died Novels & Stories

He was probably unconscious because he needed rest but then, I saw that they had covered him, up to his face as well. I chuckled as I went to the doctor. “How is he now doctor? Tell me he is fine, please and….” I went to Raymond’s body as I took the clothes off. “Don’t cover him up, he wouldn’t be able to breathe anymore.” I said and they covered him back up. I wanted to take the clothe off when the doctor held on to my hand. “We’re sorry madam, we lost him. He couldn’t make it as he had lost too much blood already.” The doctor told me and I staggered back in shock.

The door opened and it was Lane, my second in command. “Boss we have a problem.” I sat up straight and stared at him. “What is it?” He walked over and turned the news on. I watched as the picture of my man came across the screen. I turned the volume up and listened to the story. "In other news. The body of a man was found in a downtown hotel room this morning. Raymond Mann was found shot to death in his hotel room. Police have no leads at the moment, but say it is an ongoing investigation."

Manchi said and switched off his phone, continuing in his pursuit. He was determined to kill Fred even if it would cost his life. And it did. As soon he had shot, his car crashed onto the rails on one side of the bridge. His car broke through the rail and he went down into the massive water. There, he drowned and died! Yes, Manchi died. "Aahahhhh!!!!" Fred screamed as the bullet sank deep into the right side of his chest. Blood began to slowly come out. Beatrix screamed. Fred finally lost control and driving unconsciously, he let go of the steering and it came crashing right into a long thick traffic light pole right after the bridge.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was tight as he said, "The team just got to Westwood Serenity Residences… Ray is dead." My brain went completely numb. Dead?

“Well, you guys fainted on the same day and while you went into a coma, Blair lost tons of blood and she had to go into the surgery room because the baby died.” “Oh my God, that's terrible!” He sighed deeply. “Send my warm greetings to her, okay? Maybe I won't see her again.” What does that mean? This man isn't going to die, right? “You will see her later, do not say that.” He laughed shortly. “I think my time on earth has come to an end, Ray, it's now left for you to live alone with your family. Here is my advice to you,” Uhn? I don't want that,

His eyes rolled back, his lids fell shut, and his life ended in silence. Burnell tossed the baton aside, his face a mask of fury—but at least part of the fire in his chest had been quenched. As he stepped out of the room, he gave a cold glance toward the men already waiting outside. "Handle it. I don't want a whisper of this leaking out." "Yes, sir." *** By the next morning, the newspapers carried the news. Raymond, son of the JE Group chairman, had died from complications following a car accident. Multiple internal injuries, critical condition, dead on arrival—that was the official story.

I stuttered, afraid that he would say Manches– “Manchester.” I froze for a few seconds, digesting the situation in my head. Was that a coincidence? “But I heard he escaped yesterday,” he continued, which made my heart pound in anxiety. “We still haven't got any news–” “He was found dead near the dam in Prestwich Forest Park this morning,” one of the officers interrupted. “That's unfortunate,” he chuckled. Yeah, it's unfortunate that I couldn't even ask him the reason why he wanted to hurt me.

His only hope was to live long to enjoy their company, and all that was going well until the doors of death began knocking at his door. The first time that Mr. Manning experienced fatal chest pain was three years ago at his house. He had witnessed the conflict between Jenny and her mother, and sat there helpless, trying to regulate his breathing. The two, deeply engulfed in their fight, did not see him as he slid off the leather couch, his right-hand clutching his chest.

"He tried to get out, but it was too late. When he lost his job, that was the final blow. He had no way to pay them back. The stress, the threats… it broke him. He started drinking. He wasn’t the same man anymore." I shut my eyes. "How did he die?" "A car accident," she said quietly. "He had been drinking that night. I don’t know if it was intentional or just reckless driving, but he didn’t make it. Just like that, he was gone." For a moment, I didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. "And then… Ray," I muttered. I heard her smile through the phone. "Yes. Ray." I frowned. "I know how you two met, I was fourteen when you met him." I said dryly.

, Mr McArthur asked Jones. " He's late, sir, Jones said. Mrs Carolina McArthur felt sorry for him when She heard that. " He's passed away?!, Mr McArthur asked. " unfortunately yes please, he was working in our front yard one morning and suddenly just... Jones didn't finished talking. " let me guess, he died by shooting" Amanda's Dad rudely interrupted. " heart attack" Jones said. " oh my darling I'm so sorry, this was tough for you, I quite remember when I lost my Dad, Mrs Carolina McArthur said sympathizing with him.