Kevin Tran Death Novels & Stories

Kevin yelled shaking her. "Kevin..." The poison was beginning to take effect, her blood became black. "Let it go Kevin. He won't be able to kill you anymore. It would take a long time to create another one. Help is on its way. I'll die..in...peace now.. goodbye... Kevin.." "NINA NO!!!" Kevin growled loud, it was too late.

I asked. “Grandpa doesn’t talk about him a lot. But we’ve seen his picture, and grandma sometimes cries on certain days like his birthday or death anniversary.” Kennedy explained. “I see. And what did they ever tell you happened to Shane?” I inquired, wanting to know how deep these sick people went to hide that they had a trans daughter. “That he died in a car accident after he graduated high school.” Kennedy shrugged. “Why? What do you know about him?” “I’m not sure if it’s for me to tell you.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

he shakes his head “You promised to let me live. You gave me your word” “I promised I won’t kill you. Kevin will decide whether you live or die” “You bitch! Fuck you! You will rot in Hell just like your father—” Kevin shatters a chair on his back, he faints on impact “What do you plan to do with him?” “He will meet the same fate my father and the resistance me” he clenched his fist tight Selena gently place her hand on his “It’s over Kevin. It’s over” she whispers. He hugs her right and Samuel runs to them to join in

Vito says it’s due to them understanding how skilled Theodore was as a lawyer, they know they’ll have to be super careful with their approach if they want to hear from me again. Kevin even decided to close the café for some time after Shane, I think he knew with the nature of his death, it would be better to allow the dust to settle before opening it back up. It was a little odd to not get up and leave for work, but it’s been nice to take the time to fully grieve Shane before jumping back into work, where I know many will have a variety of questions for me.

Seeing no room for negotiation, the messenger shivered and scurried away. Less than three months later, a call came to the estate. "Miss Moretti… Mr. Kevin Walker passed away this morning." The person's voice was low. "The wound infection worsened. He didn't have the money for further debridement and antibiotic treatment… and it progressed to sepsis." "Before he passed, he kept calling your name and your daughter's." I held the phone, my gaze falling on the lawn outside the window. My daughter, in a pale blue dress, was bent over her easel, coloring intently.

Kevin caused everything bad that was happening and even as cynical as his thoughts were, he sure wished that Chloe was the one that died and not Mick. Kevin had committed the crime right? Kevin had killed that innocent woman so why was he the one being punished like so? Why was he the one mourning for his wife when all he did was try to keep his younger brother from going to prison? A single tear fell from his eye and he wiped it away as fast as it came, chugging the entire drink down his throat. Someone suddenly knocked on the door, it was a light knock but Roman heard it. He didn't even flinch or say anything. His parents would probably leave once they heard nothing from his end.

“I’m sorry if I upset you. I thought it might be therapeutic to say what you had been wanting to say to Renee. I have to go now. I’m guessing by the way that went that you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I might come back later to check, but most likely it will be a while. Peace and love, Kevin.” Kevin stood up and went to the cabinet and took out the bottle of whiskey. He usually didn't drink much, but today, he needed it. It's five o'clock somewhere, he thought to himself. He turned the bottle up and chugged a quarter of it, feeling it burn all the way down to his stomach. He sat on the bed and drank the whole bottle while rereading the messages between him and Marie. It wasn't long afte

I guess that was what he needed to cheer up at that moment and I was glad that he did because I hated the expression that had been on his face since they came in moments ago and announced Kenneth's death. "Don't mind me. You can celebrate. Scratch that, we should celebrate." Kevin said, a smile popping on his lips when he was done. "He is not even family. Why am I bothered that he is dead?" "Because you are human." I spoke up, smiling at him. "Thank you." He smiled back. Dad got up from his seat. "I think this is my cue to get inside the kitchen. I'm afraid I can't watch any more display of love between my daughter and her mate who don't hesitate to rub their affection in our faces."

Ria took a tissue box that was beside her and handed it to the woman whose thick make-up was now smeared because of the tears. Trisha looked at Ria with narrowed eyes and quickly took the tissue box from her hands. She carefully patted her cheeks which were now covered in smudged mascara. Ria held back her amused smile seeing Trisha who was very messy. Trisha took a deep breath to calm herself down. “No one should know about this…” She said looking at Ria. "What?" Ria looked at her in confused. "I'm sure if I wasn't the cause of Kevin's death. He was declared officially died in his sleep because he choked. What I did was not the cause of his death." She said it confidently, but still timidly

A few days later; After Kevin's death, the past few days became hectic for Kilan. First, he dedicated his time in preparing a proper funeral for his deceased assistant, which took place three days after his death. Although Kevin wasn't married, he still had his parents. Kilan paid his condolences to them, promising that he would always be at their disposal. After this, Kilan had to come in front of the council to explain things to them. Although the council ended up concluding that it was a mugging as they earlier suspected, Kilan still didn't believe that.