Novel & Cerita Lovely Peaches Death

I know they love me, and I know they care about me, but they need to accept this too, because without this part of me, I think I’d truly go insane. Gunner slowly walks up to me, and then pulls me close to him, squeezing me into a tight hug. “We love everything about you, Peaches. We want you. Everything that makes you, you.” He promises as his hold only tightens, and I finally feel the fire in my soul dying. I sit in his arms for I don’t even know how long before I feel the spark finally die completely and I’m able to think straighter.

Hendrix was dead? Had he killed himself? Was he so deeply in love with Sabrina that he had taken his life on her wedding day? But in the next instant, Rowan's thoughts shifted to something else. Sabrina's feelings for Hendrix ran so deep that if he were to die because of her, she would undoubtedly blame Rowan. Meanwhile, Hendrix would always be her first love, a love that no one could surpass or replace. No one could ever compete with the memory of a first love who had passed away.

If Pierce goes dark, so does Zane. I celebrated that witch's death with small victories. Like ordering a custom-made, black Alexander McQueen dress. With a black veil draped low over my face the kind that looked entirely too fashionable for a funeral. I wasn’t there to mourn but to slay. I’d make sure that graveyard looked like a damn runway. After all, I'm celebrating the death of that bitch. Still, one question gnawed at the back of my mind. How did she really die? They could spin whatever car accident story they wanted for the public. But I knew these men.

I wanted to honor his legacy since he died tragically in a car accident when I was just nineteen and I had to take over the company immediately whether I liked it or not. By now, some of the executives are already seated around the table. I place my coat and files on the table and take a seat. The meeting starts and I’m barely able to register what they’re talking about. I’m seemingly distracted by the peaches on the table. Since when are fruits allowed on the conference table? My mind goes back to Peach and the entire internet cannot contain the sheer volume of images that floods my mind—Peach’s hands pulled up, handcuffed to my bed and her lush body open for my pleasure and hers. But befor

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"The girl from our prom night, the one that you thought died, it's Pearl" "You're joking, right?" "I'm serious, Greg. She's the same girl" Just like some minutes ago, there was silence and this time, it was longer then before. "She's the fairy?" "Yes, Greg. She's the one" "You're lying, Peach That girl died years ago and I'm pathetic enough to be the one who killed her. You don't have to rub it on my face that it was me. Please just leave Pearl out of this"

She said. She moved forward towards the edge of the cliff to see the view clearly. Liam came and stood behind her, folding his arms around her from behind "Are you happy sweetheart?" She faced him and put her arms around his neck "Yes! You've made me so happy Liam. I couldn't have asked for more. This baby is lucky for us" He smiled but something was off with it which suddenly made her uneasy. "Too bad, that this child won't see the light of the day" a chill ran down her spine, and before she could reach he stabbed her in the stomach. She felt limp in his arms "Why?" The pain in her heart was more than the one which radiated from the stomach. "No reason. I've never loved you! You have alway

My sympathy could well be the blade that sliced the throats of those I loved. On the dining table was Mom's signature chicken pot pie. I ate it even as tears fell from my eyes, yet I couldn't taste anything. Lawrence's death had affected me so greatly that the thought of taking my own life had occurred to me too. Yet for some reason, a voice in my head kept telling me that things weren't so simple. Lawrence had given me a longing look before he jumped out the window. There were no signs that he'd been mind-controlled or manipulated in those eyes, only deep and unbearable longing.

She was gorgeous and I looked like a potato compared to her. "Oh." I could hear the sadness in my voice. "We never did anything little one. She cheated on me with my brother Marcel." Is that what Diedritch had referred to when he mentioned their brother Marcel? "I see." I said still feeling a little sad. "She saw me at that party that you and I started talking at and had been trying to contact me since but I've ignored her. I've seen her watching us several times. She's pissed off because she saw the mark when I brought you home tonight. She doesn't think you should bare my mark and asked for another chance." He said calmly.

"Not only that, we killed the almighty Drexton by burying him alive. It's only a matter of minutes before he gives it all up. Too sad he's Ixora is staying alive to witness his death." "Gosh, I'm so happy. I've been waiting for this day. I could sacrifice my liver to kill Drexton. It wasn't even a fat death." She laughed. "He will die while thinking about his dear Ixora," she made a pitiful face. Nikita crossed her leg, smirking. Their plans might have changed, and his death faster, but that was because he tried to act smart. She imagined what would have happened if Hazel had exposed herself.