Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

Jonathan said while tapping other's cheek. "Remember this?" Jonathan pulled a grey file. "C-company's shares?" "Yes. You got good memory Mr. Brown" "And this?" He pulled another red file. "P-property p-papers...." "Yes. Very good. You are doing good." "Here how about this?" Jonathan said and tossed few photos at him. These photos are of him and a woman, and he is beating her, raping her. And another a piece of newspaper where it is written that Brandi committed suicide by jumping in a swimming pool of her house. Jonathan stood up. Vincent looked at him with terrified eyes.

“You were sent to Old Lisbon. The ruins. You left five days ago.” He looked confused. Then smiled slightly. “I think you're mixing things up. It was Berlin. We cleared the safehouse. It was empty.” Elias leaned forward. “How did I die?” Jonas blinked again, slower this time. “There was an attack. A splinter faction. Bio-suppressant bombs. You died in the blast. Charlotte authorized the pyre. I carried you myself.” He looked at her. “You cried.” Charlotte didn’t react. “Jonas, what date was that?”

‘I will have my way… eventually’ was his last words before he slumped to the ground. There was silence all round and everyone just stared at the two men on the floor. ‘Is he dead?’ Olivia whispered and almost at her response Dante chest rose and fell. ‘He is just unconscious’ Aidan said barely standing straight. Hoshi went to support him ‘Is it finally over?’ Suzy peeped from behind me with her hands covering her ears. ‘It is sweetie, he can’t hurt us anymore’ I hugged her glad this whole thing is finally over.

"I changed my mind. Letting you die just like that would be too easy. I'd rather watch you rot away, helpless and in agony. That sounds much more satisfying. The poison will stay in your body for the rest of your life. This is just the beginning of your payback." By then, his mind had completely broken. Despair swallowed him whole. The nurses and guards lifted him out of the venue, the stench of medication and decaying flesh trailing behind. Everyone who passed turned their faces away. Night fell, thick and heavy. Later that evening, my back ached so much that I could barely move. I let out a soft whine. "Jim, can you give me a break for once?" But Jim didn't seem to know the meaning of rest

He could hear the approaching steps of death coming closer to him by passing seconds. "The message wasn't for Edward Whitford. He flew back to England an hour after the attack.I can assure you that he had nothing to do with tonight's incident."He said quietly. It stunned us specially Aitana,who staggered back and collided with the table. "Liam Grayson?"Adam and Marcus exclaimed together. "Your last breath will be locked and your flesh will decay in this place,I promise you so spill the rest of the truth and I will make your death less painful."I gripped his hairs into a tight hold and pulled them harshly.

As I collapsed helplessly to the floor, I had crawled inch by inch to Joseph's feet using the last of my strength, crying and begging, "Joseph… Please save me… It… It hurts so much…" The platform in the courtroom had been covered in my blood. It was a blinding scarlet. I didn't even have the strength to speak as my voice faded to the point I couldn't hear it anymore. I don't remember what I said in the end. I just remembered it feeling so, so cold. "Joseph… am I dying?"

“Nolan is… Nolan is gone.” Beatrice just stares at him. As though the words don’t make sense. “…Gone?” she whispers, blinking slowly. “What do you mean… gone?” Damon’s lips part, but nothing comes out. He swallows hard before forcing himself to repeat it. “Nolan… didn’t make it.” The entire auction hall falls deathly still. Beatrice lets out a shaky laugh. “No.” Another laugh escapes her, this one louder and more frantic. “No, you’re mistaken.”

He let out a voice that sent my heart pummeling to my stomach. I stopped moving and turned to face him. "W— what are you talking about? What am I supposed to know?" "Jonathan is dead."