Novel & Cerita Jonathan Brandis Last Words

Chris said folding his arms, leaning to the door. Jonathan glanced up at Chris, his eyes briefly betraying a hint of guilt before returning to their usual stoic demeanor. "She needs to be home, Chris," he replied firmly, his voice unwavering. "I couldn't wait any longer, the same person that killed her husband, my brother is on the loose.” Chris sighed, understanding the depth of Jonathan's concern for Hazel. "Alright, we'll make it happen," he conceded, as he approached Hazel's bedside. "But first, we need to ensure she's stable. Let's see what the doctor had to say."

The tone of my voice immediately gave raise to his, " aww, are you saying you can't come to visit your husband in jail and come to think of it, how's dad" I got a hint of fear, "his fine?". That I said but he thought otherwise. "Boma you're lying, how's dad?". Once again he lets out to me. "Speak?" He adds up pouring out the truth. "I'm sorry Brandon, but after the incident at home, dad passed away". ( Startled look) "What?". He got dazed by it. "Yes, I'm sorry Brandon, but he no more?". Brandon falls his knees on the ground while holding the cell bar I figured he needed time alone but stops heeding to his words.

Chase punches Brandon in the arm and Brandon growls in response. “Yeah right,” Dom says, chiming in. “Believe me or not, but I was lying there next to his dying father when he stood over him and just watched Alpha Josiah die. He even reached out for Liam’s hand and asked for help. You know what he said to his dad on his deathbed?” “I have a feeling you are going to tell us,” Brandon says flatly.

Brandon looked at me gratefully, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and gratitude. Brandon smiled back at me. But he didn't say a word. Silence surrounded us again. Everything is so quiet that I can hear the sound of our breathing, but Brandon’s still silent. “Brandon.....,” “Jane.....,” he responded, stopping in the middle of my words as he directed his face at me, his eyes staring at me. “I’m dying,” he finally confessed, his voice barely a whisper. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving me speechless and heartbroken.

After that, Jonathan remained silent until the papers were signed. Later, I heard that he went mad. He rushed into a market, picked up a butcher's knife, and stabbed himself right in the heart. He died on the spot. What a pity. He should have suffered longer.

Lyla asked the question that was at the tip of my tongue. "When we turned to leave, he returned and shot both of us. He left as soon as he came. Jay was too weak to be able to fight off the venom so I had to drive us to the pack. He died before we could make it halfway", she sobbed. "I felt our mate bond severe when he took his last breath, he breathed his last with his hands in mine, his eyes on me", she was sobbing uncontrollably but still managed to speak through her tears. "His last words were, "Lola and Adrian must bring an end to this", he did not even get to tell me that he loved me", she wept.

It was the same as cutting into pork. Jonathan slowly fell to the ground. Then, I heard screaming, the sound of his blood splattering against the wall, and a strange gurgling coming from his throat. He had shielded me from Garcia’s knife, and it had cut through his jugular. Chaos erupted. When Jonathan finally collapsed, he grabbed the hem of my dress with his bloodstained hand. “I’m sorry… Elena…” These were supposedly his final words to me. However, I stepped back and pulled my dress out of his grasp as I said, “I’ll never forgive you. Don’t forget. Even if you pay with your life right now, you still owe me two more lives.”

I said and Jonathan’s grip on me tightened as he pressed another kiss to my temple. “Let’s have Masoma come and check on you” he said and I watched as he left the bed and approached the door. “Send for Masoma, she’s awake” he said before walking back towards me on the back, intertwining our fingers once again. “I thought I was going to die” I told him and Jonathan pursed his lips. “He didn’t survive did he?” I asked and Jonathan shook his head.

Mikey says. "Don't worry, Mikey. They will realize their mistake tomorrow. I think you should go now, Alpha White. We have nothing left to say to each other. We will talk again tomorrow, or let's rather say our bodies will be speaking tomorrow. We will see who's the strongest and has more brains in a fight. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night because I am going to bed now. I want to be with my mate," I say. Jonathan Whitle glares at all of us as he walks back to his car, gets in it, and drives off. We laugh as we watch him go. We know all what will happen tomorrow. We know Jonathan White and Mike Smith will die.

Jake heard the strangled snarl and a sudden pop of what sounded like firecrackers just as the line died. Jake realized with a cold chill that it had not been fireworks at all. It had been a firearm. Brian had killed himself reciting the Lord’s prayer hoping that would save him. Jake tossed the phone down and rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was no way to know if it had worked for Brian, and no way to know when they would come for him.