روايات وقصص ضمن Messy Mya Death

her death. ****😰😰****

Maya’s body was a trembling mess, her legs went limp and she fell down on her knees, covering her face she cried “I couldn’t do anything to save her, She died because of me, I coul--dn’t sa--ve he-r, tho-se bast-ards killed my little sister.. aaahhhhhaaahhhhahhhh!!” She wailed aloud looking up at the sky, Tazz was too stunned to react, he stood paralysed, trying to make sense of all that he had just heard “Aaah haaa aahhaaa!!,” she continued wailing, hitting her hands on her chest, leaning forward and back while bellowing out her pain Tazz knelt down beside her and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight and letting her cry out, Maya had never had enough time to mourn over her sister in

Driving back home, Alexander couldn’t wrap his head around the day he had. His day was chaotic yet very informative. Mira died in a weird and terrible manner, alliance were formed, secrets revealed and more secrets are set to be revealed later in the future. His mind was filled with a certain amount of grief and some form of distress. He doesn’t know how to tell Jane all that had transpired earlier in the interrogation room. He sighed and breathed out shakily.

Madison laughed, but there was a bleakness in it. "You want to know why?" She walked over and crouched in front of me. She then grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up. "Fine. I'll tell you." She held the pocket watch in front of my eyes so I could see the photo inside. "Five years ago, during that ambush against Keith, there was a werewolf named Jamie Jennings. Do you know him?" My pupils contracted.

She chatted with Viviana for a while before hanging up the phone. Royce asked, "Did you have a good relationship with the little girl?" Mya nodded lightly, "I watched her grow up." "I didn't see her father." Mya said, "Her father died." Royce was somewhat surprised, "Dead? How did he die?" Mya lowered her gaze and said, "During the winter, I used to drink too much and ended up freezing to death while sleeping outside." Royce frowned, "So dead? Is your brain not functioning properly?"

Hatred appears on Myra's face, she slowly says. "Mia is dead! She died in that tragic accident, you were the one who went to the police station to receive Mia's ashes, you held her funeral. Don't you remember? I'm Myra, not Mia. Why do you keep mistaking me for Mia? Are you so psychologically haunted? Are you the one who killed her? That's why her ghost haunts you every night? Am I right, Andy?"

The pack's forensic specialist pulled on isolation gloves, crouched, and began the preliminary examination. Within minutes, they stood back up, their face ashen. "Time of death exceeds forty-eight hours. The core organs are burned out, drained completely by the mark overloading." "Mark Enhancement had been pushed to the lethal threshold. The host was already deceased before the Trials began. Every action taken after that point was the Submission Mark driving a dead body." The statement went out through every recording crystal that was still running, directly into the pack's live communication network. The "genius first-ranked warrior" that the whole pack had been celebrating minutes ago was

Roman said. "You think so-" She sighed, her eyes flicked between me and him before she said, "Nikolas killed his own father." What the- "Our father, he killed him without blinking an eye." She added. "I was there, i saw it." "What ?" Roman said before he stepped forward. Shock dilated in his eyes, "Isaac is dead?" Emma nodded, "Years ago." She didn't even look sad. "But everyone thinks he disappeared, that he just ran away from the mafia before they kill him for doing illegal things against them," Roman said still trying to digest it.

Finally, using the spare key, she unlocked the door, only to be hit by a nauseating smell of decay that made her immediately cover her nose and step back in shock. Trembling, she dialed my mother's number. "Ma’am, Sarah is dead! Oh..."

I beg. She shakes her head. “Kill the fucker and then have someone clean him up with the rest of the rats here…” she says before leaving the room. her face curled up in disgust. “If you going to be a damn rat at least have the fucking guts to brave through torture. Now other people have to clean up your shit. Fucking idiot…” Mia rants as she walks up the stairs. I burst out laughing before swinging the wrench at his head. Once I’m sure he’s dead I make my way up the stairs. When I walk into the living room Amara is there waiting for me.