Lady Tamayo Death Novels & Stories

He knelt down, afraid to touch this wax, motionless, mangled by death body. How terribly she lies! How the neck is twisted, how the legs are spread out in brown canvas pants. The snowdrift was saturated with blood. Still hovering, still smoking. The brown eye of a pale face turned in profile looks into the void, but the eyelid with curved black eyelashes trembles slightly. - She's alive! He jumped up, thinking that now everyone would definitely rush, all these people who had taken them into a tight ring. Nobody moved. “She is dead, Tamir. It's called agony,” Donatos squatted down beside him. “You see,” he continued in a casual voice, “the fingers are trembling too. But she's dead.

Grace suddenly grabbed me, her eyes red with rage. "You did this on purpose. You sent Xavier to that operating table, didn't you? You're a murderer!" I shook her off and sneered. "Grace, you really are good at framing people." So, I swiftly pulled out my phone and played another crucial video to everyone. The footage came from a portable camera set up by the family of the patient in the neighboring bed. The recording clearly showed Xavier walking past the room and noticing Leo's stuffed toy left on the bed. He had a curious glint in his eye, clearly interested in the toy. So, he picked it up and started playing with it.

As if blind to it all, Dylan dropped to one side and murmured under his breath. “Sarah… Babe… Did you see that? I’ve avenged you… I killed Tammy… Please, come back to me…” With the feed showing a blur of gore, I turned off the screen with a straight face. Cameron came to me a week later. Tammy had been fatally attacked by her own dog. She had remained conscious throughout, enduring an agonizingly slow and painful death. Meanwhile, her lover died from severe blood loss. Dylan, on the other hand, was admitted to a psychiatric ward after being declared mentally unfit to stand trial for homicide.

Tamara’s sunken face was suddenly filled with malice. “You… you did this,” her shout echoed in the epic silence. “You are the reason for it all!” “Where are other girls?” Kira demanded. Tamara sobbed and looked in the cell beside her, and there too was a wolf skeleton. “My best friend died and desiccated beside me. And he did not come because he was wrapped around you!” Kira swallowed. “That is Rizzoli?” Kira pointed at the skeleton. Tamara nodded. “She died just after a year,” she added.

I could tell she was just as anxious as I was. It didn’t take long before Adrian’s men came back, their faces grave. The lead warrior stepped forward and addressed Adrian. “Alpha, we’ve confirmed that Tamara is not dead.” My heart stopped, and I stared at the man, barely able to process what he was saying. “What?” I breathed. “She’s not dead,” the warrior repeated. “Alpha Dante took her.” For a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. Tamara wasn’t dead. She was alive. Relief surged through me like a crashing wave, but it was quickly followed by confusion. Why hadn’t I known? Why had Dante taken her? Why hadn't she come back?

Atlas pointed out, "For all we know, it could've broken when she died." "Alright. For all intents and purposes, Tamara is dead until proven otherwise." I agreed with a sigh. Exhaustion was already beginning to creep up on me, settling in my limbs until they grew heavy. Each and every one of us were startled when Adelina thrashed in her sleep, and began mumbling furiously under her breath. I could see her eyes flicking back and forth beneath her blush-colored eyelids. The moment I placed a hand on her shoulder, her eyes tore open and she tore herself from the couch.

She drew it out again and this time she aimed for her eyes and stab it with full force. Slowly, Tammy fell to the ground and started to shake as she slowly lost her breath. And then she finally stealth and gave up the ghost, Zack watched as Tammy's body disappeared into thin dark ashes. He slowly turned to look at Melanie but it was already too late. she slowly fell to the ground and he watched as her hair turned back to black, the normal hair she had as a normal girl. No! He couldn't stand it anymore, he slowly moved back and pulled Ryker out, he wasn't ready to face we yet, he had killed her!

My heart was already pounding, I could feel it racing faster than it should, could feel heat spreading through my body like wildfire. "The most exciting part," Isla continued, clearly enjoying herself, "is that no one will ever be able to find out what killed you. There will be no traces of the substance in your system after two hours. Everyone will just have to accept that Tamsin Whitmore died of cardiac arrest. How tragic. How unexpected. How very convenient for me." I tried to stand again and failed, my legs refusing to support me.

Then, with annoyance, Matilda pointed at Chad and said, "He might have killed someone… " Matilda voiced her suspicion and briefly recounted her encounter at the Drunken Beauty Bar earlier. Matilda only wanted Chad behind bars, so she said to Liam, "He might have killed Danton..." But before Matilda could finish, Liam interrupted her. "You don't need to say more, everyone can disperse!" Matilda was dumbfounded and immediately questioned, "Wait! Mr. Yaseer, why are you dispersing?" Liam glanced at Matilda, expressionless. "Danton died of illness, his family has already reported it to the Police Department."

Surely, Shahara and Tamara wouldn’t make it by midnight. She mercilessly smiled as she sipped on her champagne. Well, they certainly deserved it for getting in her way. No one messes with her. No one messes to her family. Aeron’s perfectly invented ‘poison’ was injected into Tamara. It would gradually run into her veins and soon would cause her death. Nobody knew how it would work – only Aeron. He always had the antidote to his inventions anyway. Her eyes dropped to Aeron, who was sitting in front of her in a black cabriole – shotting her a death glare. She just gave him her signatured smirk and rolled her eyes.