Novel & Cerita John Lennon Shot

"Did th​e s​moke get him?" Lorenzo lo‍oked at me. "No," he said.⁠ "The fire didn't kill him,⁠ Ch⁠loe." H‍e leaned in, his voice droppin‌g t‌o a whisp⁠er so t⁠he⁠ police nearby wo‌uldn't hear. "He was s⁠hot. execution s‌tyle. Two bu​llets to the back of the head." I gas‍ped, covering my mo‍uth. "Oh my god."

Lennon will start getting backlash and will be hated by everyone and to forget about everything, he would drown himself in alcohol and drugs, and will die eventually from a drug overdose. And cut, a nice movie right? Well, that’s what Lennon thought when Maya told him about it, he even told her that she should write a script, which she laughed off and told him that no one will watch such a depressing story about a typical celebrity who lost himself in the blinding lights of fame. They were already done with half of the script, people already know he has a wife and now he just needed Mifu to agree to be the victim in their story. “I don’t mind being the victim but what would I get for it?” M

Lorenzo looked down at his son, clearly reminding himself that no one was supposed to know about Leonardo being his son. Both men walked inside the hotel, Lorenzo’s men lifted the dead man, putting him inside the black car that was parked upfront. The two shots were visible for my eyes to see despite the distance between us. Eliana had shot him with two bullets, one on his chest and the other his head. My heart broke for the woman who hated using a gun. This whole case was draining the life out of her, and knowing her; I knew that things wouldn’t be ending as coldly as I would have hoped that they would.

I've only ever been shot once and I knew how hurtful it was if a bullet went into your skin and didn't kill you. Still trying to stop my tears, I heard Leo chuckle out loudly. This was purely entertainment to him, I'm sure. "You shot Ken," He smiled at Rhea."You've known him longer than you know Miss Yrote here, yet you chose to shoot him. I'm surprised." Rhea didn't utter a word in response. She just stood with her hands behind her back. "Kennedy," Leo called the man whom Rhea just shot in the leg. "Sir," I was surprised he answered agilely.

I didn't feel the pain and I had heard the shot so it couldn't possibly been me who they had shot. I turned around to see Mr Lively clutching his now blood red throat and a look of disbelief and alarm crossing his face. Colton was nowhere to be seen and the shot was too clean, too precise to be him. That could only mean one thing. “L…” I whispered. Nikolai looked down at me with worried eyes

Quincy’s knife sliced a bloody streak on Lennon’s throat. Just then, Lennon spoke up, “Young Master, I won’t make things difficult for you.” After speaking, he grabbed the knife in Quincy’s hands and plunged it into his own chest straight away! He committed suicide! “You…” Quincy did not expect his men to be such madmen as well. Lennon knelt down on one knee as blood flowed out of his chest continuously. “Young Master, you can take action now…” Dayton’s pupils constricted as he raised his hand. His men immediately surrounded Quincy!

My finger stilled on the trigger. But then I pulled it anyway. The shot cracked, deafening in the small room. Johnny screamed, collapsing sideways, clutching his leg where blood poured hot and fast. His cries echoed against the peeling wallpaper, pitiful, broken. I stood. Smoke curled from the gun barrel as I slid it back into my holster. “That’s it?” Luke’s voice was sharp. He looked at me like he didn’t recognize me. “After everything he’s done, you leave him breathing?”

The parents of the Mcintosh family s all wished to come over and accompany their son as well, so Bryson advised them not to. He was here. Lennon stayed in the courtyard of Nugrium for a week. When all of his muscles stabilized, Bryson decided to bring him back for treatment. The doctor had also determined that all of Lennon's vital signs were functioning normally. Bryson hoped that when he woke up, everyone who loved him and was worried about him would stay by his side. Bryson and Donald also boarded this plane, while their plane escorted Lennon's team to return together. This accident happened after they finished filming. They were originally planning to return home.

I could do that any day. This would be fine. The room quieted after a few minutes and I took a breath before looking up, forcing a smile at the crowd. "Thank you all for coming," I said. "My name is Luna Allen, and I'm here on behalf of Genevieve Allen to provide information on recent events regarding Mayor Jonathan Allen. Yesterday afternoon he was shot in the abdomen and was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. I am very distressed to confirm that he has passed away." Hushed murmurs of despair crescendoed through the room and I curled my fingers around the sides of the podium, trying to remain composed.

“If you haven’t noticed, Lorenzo isn’t in the right spot to make any demands. I have him corned and he’s not going to escape this. I want him to crawl out from his hiding place and grovel at my feet if he wants to live!” “I don’t think that’s going to happen, John. Lorenzo isn’t stupid like you are. You know that, right?” The driver snickered. “What did you just say to me?” John responded in a cold voice as I unintentionally grabbed Lorenzo’s arm. “You’re going to die a slow and painful death, John. I assure you that.” The gunshot pierced my heart and I knew John had killed him. My phone vibrated in my back pocket and I brought it out, staring at the text on the screen as my eyes slowly wide