Jonathan Oddi Death Novels & Stories

One asked, almost hesitantly. “Jonas is dead.” Another replied, hushed. “And not naturally.” Jayce shared a look with Beckett and Tobin. “What do you mean?” The Halfling jumped at his voice, and turned to him, before lowering his head in acknowledgement of the visiting royalty. “My Lord. Jonas was found in the kitchen.” The man swallowed hard. “Dead.” Jayce gave him what he hoped was an encouraging look. “He was found in a pool of his own blood, three iron knives embedded in his back.”

I asked, as many of them ran past us. Ciro shrugged. “Dunno, but I know that guy approaching us.” He pointed at a short, round man that looked like he was struggling to keep up with the pace of the crowd. Ciro snagged his arm when he tried to run past us, bringing him to a halt. “Jonnie, what’s going on?” Ciro asked. “There’s been a murder. Lucian Sterling is dead. They hung his head on a spike,” Jonnie replied as he tried to catch his breath.

"No one laughed. The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. It simply reflected how exhausted they all were. Aria found herself studying Jonathan again. Every answer he gave raised two new questions. He knew the tunnels. He knew Sophia. He knew her mother. And somehow, everyone had believed he was dead. She finally spoke. "Why did people think you died?" The question caught the room's attention. Jonathan remained still. His eyes drifted toward the stone floor before returning to hers. "Because someone else died in my place." The answer was calm. Too calm. "You mean..." "The body they found wasn't mine." Victor folded his arms.

“Because I’ve been digging. And I found something.” My fork stills midair. “What?” Jordan’s gaze flicks between us, then settles on Jude. “This concerns you more than Marion. Your father and your best friend, they both died in the same way, Jude.” My head snaps up, but it’s Jude’s face that terrifies me. Color drains out of him, lips parting soundlessly. “What do you mean?” His voice trembles, a thread ready to snap. Jordan’s tone drops lower, deliberate. “Both Jaime and Nicholas died of sudden, mysterious heart attacks.”

My forehead furrowed when I saw that my former college classmates had added me to a newly created group chat. I read their messages, and my mouth went dry. "What's wrong? What's the matter?" Eli asked, puzzled, and I looked at him. "Do you remember the story I told you last week? About the guy who used to bully me in college?" I asked him, and he nodded. "The one who made you his bet?" he asked, and I nodded, then returned my gaze to the screen. "He died six days ago. The cause of death was apparently sudden unexplained nocturnal death syndrome," I said, and a shiver ran through my entire body.

“Mr. Queen, why do you think Mr. Yarde asked about the Allen family?” “It’s hard to say.” Jason shook his head. Jonathan wanted to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call in a slightly impatient manner. “What is it?” “Mr. Walker, Tony Turner from the Allen family is dead.” Jonathan stood up so abruptly that the chair toppled under him. He was incredulous. “How did he die!?”

I hesitated, but curiosity pulled me forward. As we walked, he gestured toward the tombstones, speaking names I didn’t recognize. “Johnathan Marks. He was one of the first men to stand against the mayor when he tried to sell the town’s land to developers. Disappeared one night. Turned up weeks later, throat slit, floating in the river.”

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

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Which only came out nothing but a low muff sound that didnt even reach the other side o0f the thinking wall. *1 day before* “Today biggest breaking news we have just received the report, the official report of the mysterious Suc^^de of the world-famous painter. Wanatabe Dong-jun into his late 60s who was found dead in his own room” the reporter paused at the image of the Dong-jun. Takeshi’s father flashes in front of the television screen. “The report that has been that there were three dead bodies were found in the basement locked with and tied in the chair. With their arms that were cut open and the blood that were dipping down on the bucket”