Is Davina Really Dead の小説・ストーリー

"Vixen, this is just a part of grief. It's alri-" "The hospital called me and said she died in a car accident. When they called Davina, her mother, they said the cause of death was unknown, and that they were gonna perform an autopsy on her to find out, then they told her that they couldn't see her because of it. If I knew better, I'd think someone was up to something. And I'd suspect that my wife and unborn child were in trouble." I say, giving him a serious glare. "Does that sound like grief to you?"

I asked, my voice laced with nerves as Eva opened the door and led me out of my room. "Of course," she reassured me, squeezing my hand gently. "You look like you were born into royalty, Davina. You look amazing, so don’t even think otherwise." I let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t my appearance I was worried about. I didn’t care how I looked—I was more concerned that someone might recognize me. It had been five years since my pack was destroyed by rogues, and everyone had assumed that I, Davina, daughter of Alpha Dalton, had died in that attack. The thought of running into someone who might know me, who might remember, terrified me.

she held Lyida's shoulder. Lydia pushed her hand “Don't touch me again”. “ENOUGH” Cassius raised his voice. He was thinking he came here to calm himself, instead he got the worst of it all. “Babe” “Don't call me that” Someone outside the club had already posted the video. By midnight the headlines were all about Lydia and Victoria. TWO SISTERS ONE MAN. Faith sat in her room and the notifications popped up. After reading she set down her phone. Right on schedule.

"Kill her! Kill Sylvia, that bitch!" "She's the killer! She got 13 cops killed! She murdered her own sister!" "She belongs in hell! Draw and quarter her!" Water bottles, soda cans, half-eaten food—everything flew toward Sylvia on the stage. Sylvia screamed, covering her head. "No! That's not what happened! The screen is broken! It's a technical glitch! "Tyler! You believe me! That wasn't me! Winnie faked it! She's trying to destroy me!"

The old matriarch’s death rippled through the city, but nobody said much where Alessandro Visconti could hear it. Without Commission cover, the DeLuca name had become something people preferred not to touch. Inside holding, things got worse fast. Kane’s leg never healed. Infection set in, then spread. Three days later he died burning with fever and cursing everyone in reach. When they told me, I felt nothing stronger than surprise. Sofia lasted longer.

It's been so long since you joined us for patrol and I feel so terrible that my visit isn't for a good one, it isn't just because I missed you dude. "What do you mean?" "Did America die?" Darla interrupted our conversation. "What? No!" Alaric responded. "Just stay out of this will you?" I scolded her. She hissed and mumbled curses at me. "Just go and fix your bloody nose okay? Please?" She reluctantly got up and left the living room. "What happened dude?" He looked really worried and scared. "I hate being the bearer of bad news Travis but we couldn't get in touch with you for so long."

When Tiffany finally opened her eyes, she began sobbing and screaming at me, "You murderer! You killed my son!" Hearing this, people around the room started gathering around us. Curious onlookers pulled out their phones to record, some even streaming the scene live. "Mom, I know you're heartbroken, but you can't just accuse me like that!" I said innocently. "Dylan died from liver cancer that suddenly worsened. Wasn't Dr. Mandy Spears in charge of his case? You all saw the death certificate. Are you suggesting that she faked everything at the hospital?"

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

A whiteboard divided into WEATHER, MOVEMENT, SUPPLIES, CONTACTS, THREATS. Under CONTACTS, she writes: Priya — apartment, mother with her. Carol — home, vehicle, competent. Pete — unknown, loud, useful. Hannah — listening. Denise — probably terrifying someone into washing their hands. Then she adds: Dex — do not contact. She caps the marker hard enough to make the lid complain. Emotional truth: she wonders if he is alive. Deflection: wonderful, abandonment trauma with push notifications. Sharper truth: alive or dead, he is no longer hers to manage.

" In that instant, Dante felt as if thunder had exploded inside his skull. He could barely believe what he was hearing. She died? Eleanor really died? Wasn’t she still being treated? He murmured to himself, his thoughts collapsing into chaos. If she died, why didn’t Sofia tell him? Why didn’t she come to him? Suddenly, Dante remembered a phone call. Sofia had called him. It seemed like… sometime last month. That day, he had been attending a medical summit with Olivia, and Olivia had answered the phone. What had she said? Dante forced himself to remember, and his face drained of color. Olivia had said, "Oh, that’s unfortunate. But Dante doesn’t have time right now…"