Jonathan Oddi Death Novels & Stories

Inside that black velvet box, there were no rare jewels. There was only a thin piece of paper. Trembling, Julian picked it up. It was a death certificate issued by the New York City Office of Chief Medical Examiner. **Name: Oliver Vance.** **Time of Death: Three days ago, 9:15 PM.** **Cause of Death: Complications arising from brainstem hemorrhage (due to delayed craniotomy).** Julian stared at the timestamp. In that instant, his pupils vibrated violently, as if that line of black text had stabbed him straight in the eye.

"I never wanted to kill her! She's the one who—" Jonathan suddenly jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at them. "Call a doctor!" Everyone was scared stupid and frozen in place. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and called for help himself. Soon, a group of doctors rushed over and lifted me onto a gurney. They all knew that, as far as they were concerned, I was already a corpse. The light above the emergency operating theater switched on. Jonathan stood alone in the corridor, covered in blood. He stared at the tightly shut doors, his whole body trembling.

"Now!" No one dared oppose him. The doctor arrived swiftly. After a brief examination, he shook his head. "Hypothermia. She passed about 60 to 72 hours ago." "That's impossible!" Carlo shouted. "I only kept her locked up for three days! How could she have died that early?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Your beloved Benedetta did this. She gave you the final push and made my death possible," I wanted to tell him, but the words died on my lips.

The officer’s expression was grim. Zachary immediately stopped in his tracks, his face turning ice-cold. Nick had only just decided to see him, and now he was dead? The timing was far too perfect. “How did he die?” Zachary asked quietly. “Poison. A high concentration of lidocaine,” the officer said heavily. Zachary’s heart jolted. David Sanders had died from lidocaine. Olivia had also died from lidocaine. And now there was Nick Paterson.

It was the sheer power of the unique killing technique that sent shivers down his spine. In the blink of an eye, the two crossed paths, and the wind stood still. “After over twenty years… the Death God walks the earth once more,” Jonah murmured softly. His voice was barely audible to the people who stood next to him. Bam! Jonah fell to the floor with blood seeping from his chest. It stained the ground. The courtyard fell into a deathly silence. Everyone in the Barbenheim Institution was frozen in place by shock and terror. Lord Barbenheim himself was motionless, and his voice was caught in his throat.

"None of that matters anymore because I no longer feel anything for you." Jonathan's eyes reddened. "Can you give me another chance? I've also died once now—Henrietta pushed me off a cliff and lied about it, claiming that I fell off myself. Then, she inherited everything of mine and took a fresh-faced lover. We've both died once, so we're even." I scoffed. "I'm not the one who pushed you. How are we even?"

At least, if the needle marks on the side of his neck were any indication. Lexi shook her head confusedly, her forehead wrinkling. "This is unlike anything I've ever studied before," She muttered under her breath. I turned to where the victim lay still with the white sheet spread over his body. He'd been identified as Jon, a bartender at one of the local bars in the pack. How the killer had managed to take him down in broad daylight was something no one understood. My phone beeped in the pocket of my lab coat.

A third cup lay on its side, coffee splattered over the table, and drizzling to the floor. I gasped as I watched the stream of coffee. A man in a black uniform lay sprawled on the tile, blood pooling around him. He was most definitely dead with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Holy hell! He was a guard here. His badge read Jon Sanders. I couldn't look at him any longer. He was dead. I couldn't imagine Thomas or Derek doing something like that, but that meant the maniac squad was definitely up here. Shit.

However, Ornard's death was truly coincidental. Jaxon said with a smile, "Maybe they did not have enjoy the lovey-dovey life enough here, so they went to hell together, hah! Well, I do wonder if the God of Death would give them a chance for that." William burst into laughter. "How did Ornard die?" "I heard a gunshot. It should be from the police. Ornard's time of death has long been doomed." Jaxon said. "Alright! You've been waiting for me for a long time. You must be tired of staying up all night, right? Go back and have a good rest now."

Issac said. He clears his throat like he swallowed a lump. "I was a detective on the death of Justin Anderson in '95. It was my first big case. Justin Anderson actually died in Boston,not London. He already got on the plane back to Hannah,your mum. When he got down from the plane he collapsed and was reported dead from a heat attack. I knew something wasn't right since he had no medical report that indicated it could be an heart attack. Turns out he was poisoned by a plant that contained toxic compound called Oleander. I tried to get to the bottom of things but when all fingers began to point to Mr Ranault. " Isaac looks at James in discomfort. "I got attacked and had my fingers chopped off.