Lady Tamayo Death Novels & Stories

I looked at Zoe who was rapidly breathing like one who had just run a marathon race. Rita looked confused. She was expecting more names or let's say one more name, but that's not happening. I summoned Tammy to move closer, “Are you a ghost?” I asked to clear everyone's doubt. She flung her head to the right, then to the left, followed by “No, I never died. I'm very much alive,” The crowd went mute but their expression was nothing sort of muted. Surprise, shock, happiness, gratitude, and gladness filled their hearts and faces.

"I heard him crying beside me one night, thinking I was still in my trauma state... He was on lookout during the attack in Moscow..." "So?" Candy asked, badly wishing she could hear something good. Hannah sucked in her breath. She had no choice but to spill it out. "The person who died wasn't Diego!... It was Romeo!" Candy's face turned pale as she stuttered, "W-what?"

I was trembling when I saw the final paper. It was a copy of the hidden autopsy report. I had erased it too. But I was too naive too realize Isabella was a IT genius. Cause of Death: Positional Asphyxiation. Time of Death: 8:45 PM. At the very end of the report, in the white margin, Isabella had written one final note in red ink: "You put her back in that crib so you could finish. You chose your lust over her life. You killed Elena. Now you’ve killed me. Enjoy your freedom, Mateo.”

I saw fear and rage come over Tammy and I smiled to myself at her loyalty and love for her friend, even though Tori was angry with us for keeping secrets from her. “I don’t know. She passed out before I could find out. He slashed her throat, and she was struggling to breathe.” I heard a growl from Eric and Tammy gasped. “Where the hell is he? I’ll rip his throat out!” Tammy stood straight and looked around. “She killed him” Both Eric and Tammy froze. Slowly, turning their heads to look at me. I grinned at the thought of my sweet baby girl kicking some ass. “What?” Tammy whispered.

They both chorused and she wondered how he knew. "How did you know that?" "You remember Roderigo? The one who Marianne told us wants to stop his wife from doing stuff? Yeah, Maya is the ninja. And she is still alive." Her heart dropped. As she looked back to check Tina, her heart dropped further. The pale girl had looked more limpid and she looked like she had given up on life already. Her eyes were shut and Lyne couldn't control the tears that ran down her cheeks. Tina has died. She walked up to her body and cried hard. But it only made her resolute to kill Maya, the Spanish ninja.

Then she walked to Macy, “I’m glad that you are awake, I hope you have the answer to my question.” Victoria never offended her, so she didn’t know what to say, she looked down. Tamara grabbed her chin hard, “I’ve waited for the whole hour for you to wake up, and do you want me to kill you?” Macy was so scared, “she didn’t offend me, but I was helping Serene out.” Tamara laughed and said, “So you will not blame me for helping my Idol out, right?” Tamara slapped her hard and said, “Please think hard for my answer, if you fail to give me a good reason I will kill you.” Macy was trembling; she believed that the lunatic would surely kill her.

Disappointment was evident on his face. "I'm sorry, your majesty. Ythan's men were waiting for the car of my colleagues. Unfortunately, my friends were shot in the head and chest during the encounter. Three policemen were killed by his men. ," Tamahome reported. He clenched his hands in anger. One of those who died in the encounter was his close friend. Ramon put on his coat. He took his cigarette from his pocket and lit one. He looked again in the direction of Ramil and Rhea. They held hands while looking at him.

Tamara was dead, Gloria hated her, and everyone else had run for the hills. "I... regret it..." Two murky tears tracked down her wrinkled face—her final words to the world. As for what exactly she regretted? Was it pushing Tamara to the edge? Or a lifetime of petty schemes? Nobody knew, and frankly, nobody cared. At 11:00 PM, Rosemary took her final breath. Even after her heart stopped, her eyes remained wide open, as if she were still demanding to know why the Moon Goddess gave her such a hollow ending.

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

Unable to bear it any longer, I strode toward her. When she saw me, she removed the phone from her ear and sighed heavily. “How is she?” I demanded my voice tight with urgency. Leonara hesitated for a few seconds, her silence twisting my gut with fear. I couldn’t lose Tamara—not when I had just found her, not when she was carrying my child. “Tell me what happened to Tamara, Leonara!” I shouted, my patience snapping. Her eyes softened with concern as she delivered the devastating news. “Your Highness, Tamara... stabbed herself.”