Novel & Cerita Mckamey Manor Death Count

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they take the stage and report the details of the case to the ears. August started with his Muddy Waters grit, "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues; 29 of age and of Brazilian descent. She was found this morning at 4:07 am by a local lying easily 30 miles away; but it was obvious that she just came from the party. Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head," everyone gasped. GD covered his mouths with their hand; Albert looked even angrier in disbelief; and the rest were taking their eyes to a sullen state as they fill the room.

Then back to Gabe, who was in shock for a moment. “What?” Gabe asked. “Abby, Beth, Alisha, Nicole, and some other guys. They are all dead.” Mack said flatly. “How?” Gabe asked. “Henni,” Mack said. “I am not really supposed to give details, but I can tell you in Abby’s case she died by a gunshot. There are other things as well, like drug use, that is a factor that I don’t know. They are waiting on them to be identified officially before they release their names to the press.” Henni said softly. She looked into his eyes. She felt sorry for the man. This wasn't news anyone wanted to hear, let alone anything she or Mack wanted to tell them. The past was the past. They all wanted to keep it there

Jonathan rolled his eyes and then looked at the old man on the ground. "Take him" he said and kicked Victor's body out of his way. He walked out and saw a pile of dead bodies infront of the door. He darted his eyes to Jackson who winked at him. "I didn't forget the body count JK." Jonathan smirked and looked back at the pile of dead bodies. "What was it last time? Ummm 230/270 right, well mine is now 460 and yours?" Jonathan said proudly. "Never mind." Jackson said and was about to walk when Jonathan stopped him.

I ask. Miller swallows. “It was a well-kept a death log.” The room goes silent. “A what?” Jess whispers. “A list. Names. Dates. Some are labeled overdoses. Some accidents. Some don’t have anything written beside them. Peter kept track of every fatality at the hands of his creations.” I feel my stomach tighten. “How many names?” I ask. “Over sixty.” “Jesus.” Miller nods grimly. “Pennet started running a few through the system. Every single one came back to a real person. All missing and found dead or medically determined to have died of an overdose.”

“There was more than one death?” “You didn’t hear?” She looks surprised. “You know that finance consultancy office near the south of town, the one that’s run by vamps?” I stiffen. That’s Jamie’s loan shark business. “What about it?” I ask slowly. “Well, six of their men were found dead in their homes, two days ago. They were badly injured and apparently died painful deaths. But their neighbors swore they heard nothing.” My breath catches in my throat. Six of Jamie’s men died?

They deserve better than this version of me. A knock sounds at the door, soft but hesitant. “Come in,” I say quietly. It’s my Delta, Hayes. His usually calm face looks drawn, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. “We’ve finished counting. Sixty-eight dead. Twenty-one missing. And most were from the safe site.” The number hits me like a punch. Sixty-eight. I don’t even try to hide the pain that crosses my face. “Fuck!” I yell in my Alpha tone, making Hayes bow cautiously. “You can go.”

“The radar has shown a total of 1780 deaths within Tourmaline Estate, Young Master, out of a total of 1990 mortality cards.” “There are still 206 of them left inside. Get rid of them.” As usual, the young master gave a curt order. “Find me the identities of the dead.” Jay’s heart chilled. There should be 210 people left. Considering 1780 out of 1990 members of the Tourmaline Estate had died, who were the four members left? “Cole Yorks!” Jay suddenly yelled. “You can’t hide from me!” The man in the white cloak and white fox-shaped mask walked over.

100 million dollars for the entire family. By the time the shots came through both me and Robins had no idea what was happening. Still after counting to 4 I still could’t pull the trigger like I had done countlessly 700 other times before. My kill count had grown to the highest in 20 years. In 20 years, I’d killed about 35 people each year. In the first year alone, 60, the family. Lombartti. To this day no one knows who, or what cleared the entire family or why.

His eyes widened and he reached for Brick before trying to speak as blood oozed from his mouth blocking off his words and choking him to death in the end. Brick couldn't believe it, rage filled him as he turned his head in the direction of a thick bushel of trees where he believed given the shot's trajectory it had come from and effectively silenced Charlie Mack before he could give the whole story. In the end, he died like his brother, Clarence Mack shot dead on his own land by an unknown assailant. Both cases appeared to have been over the same woman.