Jonathan Oddi Death Novels & Stories

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.

I thought I was about to leave, but the last person binding me here was Jonathan. Though he had reported Adriana, gossiping netizens had already uncovered his past with her. I even learned many things I had not known before. For instance, they had slept together, even if Jonathan had just been acting recklessly while drunk. Overnight, the Hayes family's stock prices plummeted, and they, too, faced bankruptcy. Jonathan was overwhelmed with work but still made time every day to visit me at the cemetery. It was precisely because of this routine that he was hacked to death by the rogue doctor who was wanted citywide.

I was surprised when I met the guy who did that, I wouldn't call him 19 if I were to predict his age. "Pro sniper...Nice shot" I smirked as I directed my hands to my pocket and turned in a different direction and nod my head. He had arranged his gun back into the bag as he tried to leave. "Wh-who are you?" His racing heart made him stammer as he asked. "What did you do that for..?" I threw back immediately then turned to look at his gaze. He was surprised that I got there on time but he was not scared. "Jonathan killed my father " he replied giving me a painful stare without caring to respect him even after he killed his son.

My shoulders slumped as we stopped in front of a tombstone. I even heard Jennifer hold back her sobs as I unwittingly knelt on the grass when I saw whose name was engraved on that tombstone. N-no! In loving memory of Tyron Collins. Born: September 26, 1997 Died: April 2, 2020

Crack! Before he could finish his sentence, Jate Woods stepped on Jan Bobber and he died on the spot. There was nothing Jate Woods didn't dare to do. Scar was still sprawled on the ground. His four limbs were broken and he was still spewing blood from his mouth. He shuddered as he watched Jate Woods literally kill Jan Bobber by stepping on him. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move at all. He opened his mouth, but more blood flowed out instead.

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.

Jason was flabbergasted as well. He knew about Tony’s existence despite being from another city, and that showed how outstanding Tony was. “That’s right. Mr. Queen, do you think this is related to Mr. Yarde?” The thought occurred to Jonathan for a moment. “Kayson… That’s impossible, right? Tony is no ordinary person, and I think that Kayson is not a skilled fighter either.” Jonathan was extremely anxious. ‘If this is not related to Mr. Yarde, why was Tony found dead on Sunup Highway?”

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

it announced. “I have finagled a power of attorney for your father, so I can handle all of the details,” Absolom continued, “but I have to ask, do you want the house?” Jon was busy skimming the article. Kathy Lauder found dead . . . apparent overdose . . . Agway grain elevator . . . parents missing in Mexico, presumed dead . . . girl fell into bad company . . . local drug dealers being questioned . . . same place ritualistically butchered dogs were found. How long had he been sitting there? It could have been minutes or centuries. Jon had no idea, the concept of time had lost all meaning.

“How did it go? I’m assuming well, considering no one’s bleeding.” “Better than well,” I say as I adjust my footing on the floor. “Jonathan Vize is dead.” Gasps ripple around the room. “And his son Elijah is her mate too,” Jordan pipes in, already lounging in a chair he didn’t earn, his muddy boots kicked up on a nearby stool like he didn’t just stomp on someone’s croissant. A stunned silence settles over the table. Then Nanna slowly sits down, rubbing her temples. “I’m going to need stronger tea for this.”