Jon Snow Death Book Novels & Stories

His face was as cold as the ice and that day marked the beginning of his heartless self. (REALITY) "It was meant for Aurelio in the first place. You are only obsessed and selfish. You tried killing Aurelio, by poisoning him, and he was in the hospital for a month, yet he spared your life!" Sin said. Ronan started laughing like a maniac. "He does not want to apologize. Kill her" Ronan declared. The doctor brought out a gun and pointed it at Snow's forehead. Snow's muffled cries increased as she struggled to release herself.

Although he would not interfere with Daisie’s right to make friends, it did not mean that he would not investigate those people with whom she would become friends. At that moment, his cell phone rang. It came from Tristan. He answered the call, “Uncle Tristan?” “Jonah Reese died last night. All emergency rescue procedures were in vain.” Nollace was stunned for a moment and then regained his composure. “He died?” During this period, Jonah had sold all his company’s shares and had gone through the formalities for him to travel to Southeast Eurasia. Now that the Reeses had lost their power and status in Yaramoor, all their relatives and friends had cut all connections with them.

He raised Snow for many years and thought he did not mistreat Snow or teach her bad behaviors, but now he actually found Snow had killed two people! Snow was missing, so Officer Lewis and his colleagues worked overtime to arrest Snow all night. Finally, the next morning, Snow was found in the basement of Sonnet Mansion. When Snow was taken out of the basement, the way she looked at Marcel was full of resentment. Georgina was so frightened that she hid behind Marcel. Officer Lewis handcuffed Snow, but she was still staring at Marcel stubbornly. Then she asked, "Dad, do you know why I killed them?"

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

I grumbled as I took a step inside, only to freeze when I saw Jonas sitting behind a desk with Sanson facing him, which caused me to growl at him, but based on the lack of reaction from both of them, I knew that they weren’t aware of my presence. When Sanson began to report on the goings on in my territory, I bared my teeth at him as I began to pace back and forth. Who in the hell did this fucking mutt think he was? I knew I should have put him down years ago! I made the decision right then and there that if he was still in my territory after this dream, I was going to send Storm after him. He wasn’t going to get away with–wait! I stopped my pacing. This couldn’t be real! Jonas was dead! I h

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

Few things will never change. Lorenzo Snow greets the young receptionist merrily as soon as he enters the lavish headquarters and catches the newspaper with freehand, which she tosses his way. “Good to see you in one piece, Lorenzo.” Nancy Collins, the receptionist called out before focusing her eyes back on the monitor. Lorenzo couldn’t help but smirk at his last innings, a.k.a the last inquiry. Two weeks ago, they opened a matter dealing with homicides of billionaire heiresses around the city. It was a serial killer, a very smart psychopath. Chris Trump was a top student at St. Jonas University and the only child of his farmer father James. For two years, the boy was head over heels for Ma

Looking at Jason, Ava asked in confusion. "I always feel that the Snow Summit still has secrets. That old bald donkey had faked his death twice. Even if he really died this time, there might be secrets left. Would he entrust all the secrets to the monk?" Jason said softly. "So you want to go to the Snow Summit?" Ava asked.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like