Novel & Cerita How Did Valentino Die In Hazbin Hotel

I started imagining all sorts of things, like him having a sudden accident, especially with all the recent news about young people working too hard and suddenly passing away. Valentino, being a workaholic, wouldn’t have had an accident, would he? “Valentino, are you okay?” I knocked on his door. There was no response from inside the room. I got even more worried. I managed to open the door since it wasn’t locked, and went in. Inside the room, I found Valentino on the floor, and a water cup had fallen beside him.

she said, kissing him. "I made breakfast" she said, opening the window. "Ellise, we need to talk" Dre said. She halted and turned to look at him, her eyes scanning his face. Her face fell when she saw the expression on his face. "What's wrong? Is it about Nadine?" She asked. He swallowed hard. "Valentino is in the hospital. He was poisoned" he began. "Oh my God" she croaked. "Your mother-" Her eyes went wide.

Vivian" her throat choked as she took a seat besides Valen. Her trembling hands pulled his head in her lap. Valen gladly shifted aside, she was feeling sorry for her as unfortunately, he was dead. Hazel placed her right hand above his chest trying to feel his heart but it never throbbed. He laid in her lap— in that mate's lap who wish to see him dead few hours ago. Her wish was so powerful that he died within some hours only. If only she could ask Ryley then at least he would have been alive.

Arjun paused. "What?" Neal asked curiously. "When his father killed Hailey, Atlas destroyed everything in their place and he killed himself. But that wasn't the surprise. There was two bodies when Gerald arrived. One was Atlas and the other....Valantin." "Who....who killed him?" Arjun shrugged and shook his head. "No one knows who killed him. There were rumours that Atlas killed his own father before committing suicide. But something was off." "Aren't they supposed to have like... bodyguards?" Neal asked wondering.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

I looked up at her, my curiosity piqued despite my broken heart. “His father… he was killed when Valerio was just a boy. A rival Mafia ambush. Valerio found him… dead, in his own home. He tried to protect him… but it was too late. And his mother… she died soon after, though how, no one can be certain. Some say illness, others… that grief consumed her. Valerio never spoke of it. He buried it all deep inside, so no one would ever see the boy who was left alone.”

The first article was from seven years ago, the headline was stark and brutal: "VALENTINO PATRIARCH FOUND DEAD, SON TAKES CONTROL OF FAMILY BUSINESS." Isabella clicked it, her coffee forgotten. "Giovanni Valentino, 58, longtime head of the Valentino crime family, was found dead in his estate early Sunday morning. Sources close to the investigation report the death as a suspected homicide, though no arrests have been made. His son, Dante Alessandro Valentino, 26, has assumed leadership of the organization. When reached for comment, the younger Valentino denied any involvement in his father's death, stating, 'My father's enemies finally caught up with him. I intend to ensure they pay for what

The woman who had given me a son I couldn't bear to look at because he had her eyes, not Isabella’s. "You are scared?" I let out a dark, humorless laugh. "Good. You should be." "Mateo, stop it!" She walked over and tried to take the glass from my hand. "She isn't her! Isabella is dead! We buried her! We saw the fire!" "Did we?" I pulled the glass away. "It was a closed casket, Valentina. A burned body. A ring. That’s all we had." "She jumped a cliff!" Valentina shrieked. "She killed herself because she was weak! Because she lost the baby!"

Jama l laughed out loud as he left Valentino to drown in his thoughts. Valentino crumbled to the floor immediately after Jamal left the premises. Everything Jamal had said right now made the memories of Valentino's pain come back flowing into his mind like it all happened just yesterday. He couldn't bear the pain. It hurt his head that he collapsed there and then. Luckily for him few girls were wondering about the place and found him passed out on the aisle and called out for the attention of Mr. & Mrs. Frost all along with Alice, his fiance of course. He was rushed over to their family hospital and after a few minutes of standing out at the ward door waiting for a reply from the doctor and

I felt disgusted by his words. “So you got my mum drugged.” Valentina asked the dying man, the frost in her voice made me sad. She looked like an angel of death with his hands now by her side. "I had to…survive." He huffed, his face contorting in pain. “I need to get treated." He managed to say without breaking a sweat but his voice got lower. “Do you?" She took a step towards him, placed a foot on the spot where she shot and pressed it in.