Lisa Lopez Death Novels & Stories

When officers stopped her, she collapsed unconscious on the spot. After forensic examination, the conclusion was that Lisa had died by suicide, but there were clear signs of tearing injuries on her body. In other words, she had been violated before her death. But who could be so utterly depraved as to assault a pregnant woman? As the one who had called the police immediately, I naturally became everyone's last hope. My mother-in-law grabbed my arm with a death grip, squeezing until it hurt. "Jenny, what did you see when you got there? Was someone responsible for Lisa's death? Say something!"

“That asshole wanted me dead. To hell with his apology, and be sure to remind him his package is as good as gone. But that’s just the beginning. I’ll definitely have the last lick when I’m done with him.” Dante let out a deep breath. “And did you get the warning from Lisa’s brother? How are you planning to handle that?” I scrunched my face confused. “What message, and who the hell is Lisa?” “Forgotten her so soon? The girl who died.” Dante’s voice dropped lower. “The one who died birthing your baby six years ago.” Silence. The sentence hit me like cold metal—slow, heavy, crawling under my skin. Lisa.

Louis immediately stood to his feet and racing towards the pool as he realized what was going on, he dived in and grabbed Lizzy who was already at the bottom of the water. “Lizzy!” Maria shouted as she saw her husband pull out her daughter’s lifeless body from the pool, he placed her on the floor gently. “My baby” Maria cried out, tears rolling down her face as she made her way towards them, Louis bent her to the side, stroking her back gently, within a few seconds Lizzy let out a cough along with the water in her mouth.

“We were close friends a long time ago. I’ve been trying to reconnect with her.” Lisa’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, but... Jennifer is dead.” Jennifer felt the ground sway beneath her feet. “Dead? How... how did it happen?” She knew she was shot, when she was being chased by the thugs, but she did not think it would have led to her death like that. Lisa’s eyes filled with tears. “They found her body on the street a few days ago. She’s in the morgue now. I don’t know what happened. It’s all so sudden.”

The ritual circle burned out, the darkness vanishing as though it had never been. Silence fell. Lisa collapsed to her knees, her body convulsing, blood pouring from her mouth. Every nerve screamed with pain, her vision swimming. Her strength was gone, her aura fading, but she had done it. Malrik was dead. Her body slumped to the ground, the stone cold against her cheek. She barely heard the frantic footsteps rushing toward her, barely felt the warmth of hands lifting her, the cries of voices breaking with fear.

"How did they die? Why does Luis blame himself for their death?" She lets out a sigh. "You don't have to say anything," I quickly add. She waves her hand and smiles at me, but I can tell the smoke doesn't reach her heart. It's obviously painful to talk about them, especially since one of them is her sister. "Melissa died in a car accident. Luis was driving. He survived, and she didn't." My eyes widen. That must have been so traumatising. I can't even comprehend how he must have felt at that time, and the survivor's guilt that is still affecting him.

My heart refuses to believe what my ears just heard. “No. No, Will!” I say and begin sobbing. He wraps his arms around me, and I fist my hands in his shirt. “Nooooo!” I cry. He carefully pulls me into his lap and begins rocking me. “I’m so sorry, Stephanie,” he murmurs as he rocks me. “How?” I ask, when I can finally speak. I look up into the eyes of my very worried mate. “How did he die?” “Elena said it was a heart attack. He apparently died while he and Lysa were being intimate. Lysa is in the pack hospital suffering from the loss of her mate. They’re not sure if she’ll make it.”

And sat with the full complicated weight of the information and what it meant and what it connected to and what it didn't connect to and all the things she understood and all the things she didn't. Lisa was dead. The way she was dead had the specific quality of something that was not what it appeared to be and that quality was the thing she kept returning to, the thing that sat underneath the sadness and the complicated feelings and the specific weight of someone thirty years old being gone on a Saturday morning. She thought about the gala.

He let out a sharp breath. “Is that her?” he asked. Leonardo nodded. “Liana Russo. She won’t be coming back.” Harris knelt beside the corpse, pressing two fingers to her neck. He nodded when he didn’t find a pulse. “Good. We’ll process the scene and get rid of the body. Officially, she died in a car crash two years ago. No need to stir up questions.” I shifted on my feet, nausea coiling in my stomach. I didn’t want to know how Harris would make her disappear. I just wanted it all gone—Liana, the family, the fear.

I held my breath as the search results appeared, carefully examining the headlines about her. Liza Monroe and her family were reported to have died in a car accident. Liza Monroe, who had recently assumed the role of CEO at L. Carter Manufacturing and Industries, was involved in a fatal car crash. Liza, her husband Aaron, and their son died on the spot. Mr. L. Carter, Liza's stepbrother, announced his return to Manhattan to take over the management of the company once again. I covered my mouth with my hand, my lips quivering. Oh God, it was really Liza-my best friend!