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.”

"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?"

It was such an unexpected happening. "H-he's dead... he's... dead..." even the paramedics was shocked of the incident. Alex's eyes were facing the sun above in the sky. He was losing consciousness. He felt like he had a never-ending headache... .... "Time of death... 6:17 pm, August 17th 2023. Get his reports done quietly. We don't need more people knowing about his death so quickly." "But it's already viral all around the globe, doctor." The senior doctor sighs. He was a family doctor of Framton Johnson, one Framton closely associated with.

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.

“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.

"Right! I was going to tell you. Something terrible happened this morning, Lia. The whole school is in uproar and they might have to close the school for now." She suddenly looked sober and serious and Jonathan sighed. After some moments of tensed silence, she said, "Mr Hudson is dead." What? My mouth gaped open as I gasped. I covered my mouth in shock. "Oh my goodness, what happened?" "He was killed, Lia. His body was found stabbed to death in the staff lounge." Jonathan's voice was now lower and he was almost whispering. "What?" I whimpered.

"Young Master- no, Sir Javier is an outstanding man. As the eldest son, he was trained as an heir at an early age. I am once his playmate and he is more exceptional than his peers. Despite being superior in both status and talent, he is humble and considerate even to the servants like us. He is the kindest master I ever met." Jonathan's tone had a hint of reminiscent. His back looked a bit sad. Suzie listened well. She was glad to know her husband was not a scumbag. At least from what Jonathan told her. An exceptional man...what kind of tragedy happened to him that made him have 'not much long to live'? "What happened to him?" Suzie asked. There was another silence. Jonathan seemed to carefu

“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.”