How Did Valentino Die In Hazbin Hotel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Immediately he picked up. “Don Julio.” “I’m safe.” “ Where are you right now?” “ Far.” A paused. He was wise enough to avoid asking again. “Valentina?” he said softly. I peered into the darkness. “Dead.” His sharp breath came through the line. “How in the hell did that happen?” “At the hospital. She was reached by someone. Poison. It was a clean job.” “You’re certain she didn't try killing herself or something?” One more pause. I could see Matteo in my mind's eyes, how he paced, his fist clenched and his jaw taut

He stepped closer, so close I could feel the fury vibrating off him. “You’re a De Santis. A ticking bomb in my house. In my bed. And I should kill you right here.” “Then do it.” I yanked the gun from my belt and shoved it in his chest. “Do it, Alessandro. Put a bullet in me and get it over with.” He stared at me. Long. Hard. Breathing like a caged animal. Then he did the last thing I expected. He dropped his gun. “I’m already dead, Valentina,” he said. “You just haven’t figured it out yet.”

As soon as blood poured out from his pierced skin, I dropped the dagger and stepped back from Antonio. "I can't do it," I said as my hands start to shake beside me. Valentino picked up the dagger and looked over at me. "You want me to do it?" He asked and I gave him a nod. "Close your eyes." He said and I shake my head. I wanted to watch him die. Valentino gave me a nod in return and slit Antonio's throat. Antonio gurgled out mangled sounds as blood started draining away from his body. It didn't take long before life completely drained out of Antonio as his head completely slumped.

"—pulled from the river earlier this afternoon. Despite the efforts of medical personnel on scene, Dante Valentino succumbed to his injuries shortly after being recovered from the water. He was thirty years old." She pauses. "Three other members of his security detail were also recovered and confirmed deceased. Our thoughts are with the families during this—" I stop hearing her. The woman on the screen, Dr. Elena, something in the back of my mind registers the name, Dante's personal doctor, the one who travels with him, the one Luca mentioned once — is looking into the camera and saying the words that end everything. Dante Valentino is dead. Confirmed. Official. Final. Something happens to m

My entire future flashes before my eyes, what could’ve been against the terror I’m facing now. “Is he alright?” I ask, panic climbing up my throat like heartburn. Everything in the room is cold and fuzzy, and I can barely hear Asher’s voice on the line. “He needs it fast, Eliza. You’ve got to get down here.” “What about Valentin?” “Valentin is dead. Jesus, just get down here before he dies! Seriously, he needs you.”

With tears in his eyes, he looked up and almost yelled, “Moon, it’s me! Why won’t you see me? I know I was wrong. I’m sorry. “Can you come back to me? You’ve left me all alone. What am I supposed to do? “Moon, please don’t leave me!” … Suddenly, Nathan lost all rationale and ran toward the incinerator. It looked like he wanted to die with me. Fortunately, the butler pulled him back just in time. “Mr. Clinton, please calm down! Clinton Corporation still needs you!” Nathan was heartbroken, and he coughed up blood. I felt conflicted.

I replied. “Hospital? Why are you there? Where is Harper?” She asked, her voice changing to that of worry. “Valentina,” Harper said, withdrawing from me and taking the phone, putting it against her ear. “He is gone,” “Salvatore is gone,” Harper added. I didn't know what Valentina was saying because the phone wasn't on speaker. “He is dead, Valentina. Salvatore is dead,” she said, dropping the phone and crying. I hugged her again and took the phone but the call was already over.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

His tongue thrust inside my slit, moving in and out like it was a dick. “Oh my. Damon, fuck.” He broke away for a second. “Mr Valentino works too.” Then he dived back into eating me like I was a meal. Was that a kink of his? Did he get turned on by being addressed as Mr Valentino? I could barely keep my hips still but that didn’t stop him. While licking around my clit, he inserted a finger in me. When it went in too easily, he added another finger. I let out a cry. “Fuck.”

“Mr. Valentino we—“ The host tried to cut in, but Julian didn’t stop, he leaned closer to the mic, his eyes cold as he stared straight into the camera. “Marcus death doesn’t make me evil, and i owe him nothing… not even my forgiveness. I still hold my grudges against him. The same goes to Bianca… my ex fiancée.” “We are so sorry, Mr. Valentino,” the host said. “For ever questioning your integrity.”