Korean Englishman Austin Died Novels & Stories

"Cara, this way, you'll always remember me for the rest of your life. I guess my death is worthwhile, after all." In his final moments, Austin saw countless memories of his time with Cara flash before his eyes. There were moments of joy and moments of sorrow. But no matter which they were, every single memory was very precious to him. He raised his hand mid-air, meaning to touch Cara's face for the last time, but suddenly, it fell down limply, next to his body. All the love and hate they had for each other vanished after Austin's death. … After Austin's death, Cara built him a grave next to his parents' plot, but she never visited him and just let the grave get overgrown with weeds and be ex

Aunt Natalie: Are you comfortable with telling me what happened? Austin: (sighs) My father, King Roland, is dead. Aunt Natalie: Oh, What killed him, or rather who killed him? Austin: I did Aunt Natalie: (gasps) What? How come? Austin: My ex-girlfriend Tiana was thrown in the dungeon for attempting to kill me, but she escaped and my dad went to prevent her from leaving the castle, she came towards us with a knife and I had to stop her from harming anyone with it, I was struggling, I accidentally stabbed my dad and.... he died.

"Wat bedoel jy daarmee? What do you mean by that?" "I mean, he's dead," Austin announced. "I killed him." Shocked silence followed his confession, and Austin gave them a few seconds to allow his words to sink in while they commiserated among themselves. Before long, the cacophony of voices in the various rooms and in different languages became too much for him. He took the reins again, clapping his hands once to get everyone's attention. "Now," he said, staring straight into the camera. "Which one of you cheap-ass motherfuckers paid this dipstick twenty grand to take me out?"

Where are you, Tommy? As Austin passed the living room on the way to his room, he glanced at a smirking Stephen, "What's so f**king funny, Stephen?" He asked as Stephen raised his hands in a surrender position, "I'm sorry, you just look pathetic trying to rekindle back a one sided-love," he said as Austin clenched his jaw, "At least the woman I love is alive," he said as Stephen's face went blank, "Try to not let your confidence blind you, Austin, she wouldn't be alive for long," he said as Austin scoffed, "You're all talk and no action, Stephen, if you really wanted her dead, you would've killed her already," he said as Stephen remained silent, "You're full of sh*t, Stephen," Austin said be

His eyes, the same ones that had once looked at me with such warmth, now swept the room with an air of ownership. They landed on Alex, who had just ended his call and was walking out of the kitchen. "Alex," Austin said, his voice clipped. "You're still here. I thought you would be out exploring the city, not lazing about in my apartment." Alex's easy smile didn't waver. "Change of plans. Met someone." Austin's eyebrow shot up. "At a club? You? The hermit?" He chuckled, moving towards the kitchen. "A woman, I hope. Tell me you didn't bring home another stray dog. The last one I brought home chewed my favorite shoes."

With his help, the cause that Esmeralda had been fighting for made significant progress. Austin did not live to a ripe old age because of his poor mental health. As if he could feel like he was reaching his end, he made his last visit to Eva's grave. He sat down by the tombstone and leaned against it. For the first time since her death, Austin's face lit up with a bright and relieved smile. He tenderly stroked the ground above her coffin. /I'll see you soon, my Eva.../ With that parting thought, Austin took his last breath. The wind blew and cherry blossoms drifted down onto Austin's cold body and Eva's grave.

A heavy footstep sounded near the chain-link gate at the edge of the pitch. Brian didn't lift his head at first, assuming it was a field manager coming to lock up the equipment sheds. But the footsteps stopped a few yards away, right by the bench. Brian looked up. Austin was standing there, a heavy gym bag slung over one shoulder, wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants. He had clearly just come from his own basketball workout across the complex. His hair was slightly damp, his face flushed from exertion, and his dark eyes were fixed directly on Brian.

“Alright sounds good, guess I could use a night out and a reason to buy a new nice dress.” “I love you Jade. I’ll see you tomorrow! Dress shopping!” “Love you too Remi.” Authors Note--Sorry for the late updates as my father has been on life support for over a month now due to COVID-19. For updates on Alpha Wyatt chapters look up my i*******m account blood_moon_luna

Coming onto the front of his forehead. "Perfect, I couldn't be more well. Am I not allowed to pay you a visit?" Austin defended. "With the death of good ol'gallagher I ought to be hear for you." Austin was so good at masking his emotions, William could not tell if he was overreacting or maybe yes... Austin was having a crisis. As long as Austin had a cigarette he could impersonate anything mood he needed to display. "I might have lost my father but... meeting Christian has been—"

Only Austin was left in the void with a sword, standing proudly in the sky. "As expected of that man's disciple and son." the woman from the Clinton Family murmured. Four of the ten experts at the late stage of Deity Realm had died, and six were seriously injured. The six retreated, not daring to stay any longer. Little Apple alone killed 109 people in the martial arts world, and this pair of brothers were famous all over the world. The name of Austin had been well known since he entered heavenly leaderboard. However, Little Apple by the alias Justin Dale was known for killing as a devil in the world.