Lovely Peaches Death Novels & Stories

"Walter was the person Mango cared about the most. If Walter were to oppose Nathaniel, he wondered if Mango would be upset after learning about it." "When Deborah saw the anger in him, she quickly said, ""Mr. Ye, Sophia is dead. She died not long ago due to myocardial infarction.""" Nathaniel was startled. How could it be so coincidental? "Walter looked melancholic. He whispered, ""You can find someone to check it out. The drug's effect is too strong. She was in pain for more than ten minutes. Now her body is still warm.""" "Hearing the word 'drug effect', Nathaniel frowned. There were some guesses in his head."

Melissa had never imagined life without me would hit her this hard. No one kept a light on for her return, and no one worked behind the scenes to seal business deals for her. She was completely on her own. She'd thought she was done with me, fed up with my attitude. She convinced herself Nicolas was the one she loved, that having him by her side would be enough. But the moment Young Group began to collapse, Nicolas wasted no time selling off his shares, pocketing the money, and vanishing without a trace.

But that image faded quickly, replaced by the memory of me lying alone on the operating table. Allen pinned our conversation to the top of his messages and sent a brief instruction to his assistant. He wanted the funeral arranged immediately. This time, he made sure to emphasize one thing—invite every prominent family in the city. He wanted the entire world to know who I was. To know that Mia Davis had been his wife for five years. The woman he cherished, the woman he almost had a child with. The autopsy report came back sooner than expected. It revealed something chilling. My heart was missing, and the unborn child inside me had been forcibly removed.

I whispered, "I am allergic to peaches." The driver looked bewildered, but seeing my closed eyes, he let the subject drop with a sympathetic sigh. "Well, here we are at the airport. Don't grieve, Miss. There are plenty of fish in the sea." I gave a small smile and got out of the cab. ... A few hours later, dawn broke over the city. Todd stood alone in the quiet apartment, staring at the half-eaten peach crepe cake on the table. He couldn't comprehend how our four-year relationship had just ended.

He was staring at the surveillance feed—Vivienne in her cell, in a state of total madness, smashing her head against the silver walls. There was nothing in his eyes. No emotion at all. In front of him, a photograph of me was placed squarely on the desk. Taken years ago at a Moonlight Ceremony. In the photo, I was wearing a simple white dress, smiling happily. Cain kept wiping the glass of the frame with his sleeve, over and over. It had been six full months since my "death" at the cliff. In the early days after learning the truth, he'd found some grim solace in tormenting Vivienne.

Stacy was in control of Prince's company and the kids also got their massive share from his will. Before Prince died, he let out a cry and said, "Father, I hope you'll be proud of me now because for once I decided to be good and it led to my doom. Mother, I have finally become the son you wanted me to be even though I caused your death. Goodbye earth. My moment with you was dramatic." At that moment, he was executed. Queen wrote a book about him several years later and it was a bestseller. It made over 100 million sales worldwide and inspired people to be good.

I whine, sighing and hitting myself in the forehead. Throughout our talk I’d gotten into my jammies, gotten some chocolate and made popcorn. I was now in bed with a huge bowl that was half gone and a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Mom never cared if I snuck a couple of her fruity drinks as long as I was home. “You don’t know until you try but here’s what you DO know … it ain’t happening with Punch. He’s clearly hell bent on shutting you down and now that’s fully in the Flying Death? Come on girl,” she points out, and I just knew she was making a face.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

But at this moment, a classmate with the nickname Pepsi spread the news loudly— “The latest news! The latest news! You should know Zeke from our school, right? He’s the one who sells sweet potatoes on the west side of the city with his mother every day. His mother had an asthma attack, and she did not have any emergency medicine. So, she died just like that. It’s said that it was his stepmother who killed her. He’s going to the Laver mansion with a knife to get revenge at this moment!” When the teenage boys and girls heard this, they immediately became interested in the gossip.

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.