Lady Tamayo Death Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter, I don't care anymore. The unthinkable has happened, dear Raymond. Gael is dead and it wasn't me who pulled that trigger." They finished moving her away from the boarding area. Tamara looked at the ground at all times so that no one could recognize her.

Her eyes lifted and found mine across the hall. Nothing friendly left in them. Not one thing. "Congratulations." She walked over slow, unhurried, voice pitched sweet enough to curdle milk. "Guess the sympathy vote really does work." "I earned this part, Sable." "Did you? Or did Alvarez just feel bad for the sick girl." Her eyes narrowed, sharp, searching my face like she was looking for a crack to get her fingers into. "You fainted five minutes ago and now you're sitting here glowing like you just won the lottery. That's a strange reaction to low blood sugar, don't you think?"

- he says now annoyed. “They did it” “Did what?” - Joseph asks while I drive. “They killed Tammy” “What the fuck?” - Joseph let’s put. “Yeah I know” “How?” “That’s for you to find out and fucking tell me” - I say now annoyed. “The doctor said it was suicide” - Joseph says and I tightened my grip on the steering wheel “It wasn’t, she got killed” - I say “I don’t understand, what about the letter?” “Maybe she was working for them?” - I say - “And she knew she wouldn’t survive?”

Elena corrected as she took the glass from his outstretched hands with unspoken gratitude shining in her eyes. “Tamara?” Marco asked in confusion. “Tamara Carabali. That’s my name. Elena Sanchez Windsor is dead and I’m going to make her demons pay,” Tamara replied as a wide smile spread across her lips.

’ He turned back and growled, “It’s you, Tamayo! Fernando’s dead! What nonsense are you talking about? “The chairman of the Sirens Hotel right now is Mr. Kayson Yarde over here! If he wants to, he can even blow this place up!” “What? You’re saying he’s the chairman of Sirens Hotel!?” Tamayo felt like he was living in Northspring of an alternate universe. When did Fernando die? Yuri and his friends were shocked as well. Kayson… was the Sirens Hotel’s owner? Aquilo coughed before he stood up with a scowl. “Fernando’s dead? When was it? Who killed him?”

I carefully lift her blouse. A dark purple bruise is already spreading beneath her right breast. My stomach drops. That's not good. I gently rest her head against my chest. “Sir... you need to see this.” I glare at Cameo before following his gaze. Tamara lies at his feet. Her eyes are closed. A gaping wound marks her side. Her gun still hangs loosely in her hand, the barrel pointing toward her body. My insides recoil as realization settles over me. She shot herself. And from the way she looks, pale. Her lips already turning blue.

And no less by drinking a cup filled with scalding acid, it looked like a very painful way to go. When the police showed up, they said they found a small cylinder filled with the stuff, in her kitchen. They wanted to rule her death as a suicide. But I could not stop thinking of the fact that Jeremy’s death looked like an accident, and it turned out to be a ploy by Tami, to keep her involvement with the studio accident a secret. What if this was just another well done Tami coverup. Elizabeth said she had come well recommended. Could it be that Tami had been the one to recommend her?

she coughed as blood rushed out of her mouth. "Tamara.." Carlos called. She touched his face and gave him a painful smile if there was anything like that. "...please don't die on me," he begged. Just at that moment, Tamara's hand fell to her side and her eyes closed. Carlos wailed. He hugged and kissed her calling out her name. Jason and Norman had to protect them.

Stabbing myself in the neck is a terrible idea; a small cut in my wrist is enough risk. Nabi: So what is it then? Tamara: Why is the group so noisy? Who died? Wait! (wide eye emoji) Is Catalina dead? Me: I’m not dead!. What’s wrong with you, joking about such a sensitive topic? Tamara: I saw blood and stab pop up on my screen, so I thought you died trying to get Professor Matteo to hate you. Me: Why me and not Yumeko? Yumeko: I knew you wanted me dead, but I just couldn’t prove it.

a mockery smile plastered on her face as she let out a dry chuckle. “Who did you say Prescott killed?” I found myself asking for the second time, my hands trembled as I grabbed Tamayn by her wrist, forcing her to tell me what she knew. “Your husband killed his mother because… Because he's a beast, what other reason must he have before he killed?” my eyes rolled back inside their sockets as what Tam said made my head turn. It's not true. It can never be the truth. Prescott can't do such a thing. He wasn't the type to do such a thing.