Jonathan Oddi Death Novels & Stories

BANG. Three clean shots. No hesitation. Odin’s lifeless body slumped to the floor, his eyes still wide open. Ronson stared at him. No remorse. No guilt. If anything, there was satisfaction on his face. Another obstacle out of the way. He stepped forward and closed Odin’s eyes. “Your weakness killed you. People like you don’t belong in this world. Bon voyage.” Ronson was certain Odin died thinking Gigi was dead. But that was another mess he needed to clean up.

"Jonathan, wake up!" I shouted. Seeing him like this stirred an anxious pang in me. I didn't care if he died; I just didn't want him to die beside me. I had endured enough while I was alive. I had been trapped in his games and manipulation. The idea of being connected to him, even in death, felt unbearable. But he couldn't hear me. Instead, he shivered and clutched my lifeless body tighter. Thankfully, Jonathan's parents, Bernard Lewis and Katherine Miller, rushed over the moment they heard of my death. When they found him unconscious in the ice coffin, they immediately took him to the hospital.

“Let’s go back, yes? We need to wake up early tomorrow.” “I knew it,” Oddny suddenly spoke before she could come to her. She was staring straight into her eyes. “I knew there was something weird with how that vampire died.” Mallory gulped. “I—” “You killed him,” she said definitely. There was no hesitation in her voice. “How?” “Oddny, I—” she bit her lips before saying helplessly. “I—I can’t tell you. I promised your mother.”

The only person who knew about this was Nobunaga. She heaved a deep sigh of sadness. Jonas is dead. Two days after they meet Dankworth, Jonas's body was found San Carlos Catholic Cemetery, last Friday. Some witness said, his corpse was lying cold above his father's grave along with a bottle of muriatic acid on the grass beside his body. Police easily conclude that it was suicide which was justified by the forensic later on after the autopsy of his body. His family also a found a suicide note in Jonas's study table that explains his involvement with gangs and being a victim of bullying.

Jonas Johnson walked proudly, he was happy because his plans had turned out better than he thought, especially when he saw the news on social networks and other media about the death of his daughter Lynda Johnson at the hands of Christian Goldman, there was no news about him, apparently, he shot himself, despite this the news on the subject was blocked, everything was just rumors. But he was sure of one thing, that J&L Construction would be safe now, that he would no longer have to deal with this man who had humiliated him to the point of no return.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me. I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any significant developments. "Oh my God, Tommy is dead," I exclaimed, my hands instinctively covering my mouth in shock. The news of his demise hit me like a heavy blow. According to the reports, he had been killed in a government-owned disability centre, poisoned to death. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my heart. Mateo, seated in a worn-out plastic green chair, confirmed the news. His voice carried a mix of sadness and anger.

Richard straightened with Katie, taking the death tally littered around them. Damn this town. This goddamned town. Salt and Julian, reduced to two stinking heaps of carrion: good riddance. Minty the medical examiner, facedown, an extension cord cutting so deep into his neck that it had opened the flesh. And poor Tommy, the best friend he’d ever had—voice quieted, heartbeat stilled forever. Richard gritted his teeth and held Katelyn tight. Tears stung his eyes. Crickets dying amid the snowy grass, to boot.

Todd just died? But she didn't pull the trigger...then who did? Gulping, Jennifer studied the lifeless body that lay in front of her. The sight of Todd's motionless body made her gag. Todd was lying on his back, with his eyes wide open, and his face suddenly drained of colour. No signs of life were in him. It was a quick kill. She noticed that the blood was pooling underneath his head but the wound wasn't visible. Which could mean that he was shot on the back of his head.

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