Romans & histoires Naomi Misora Death

Xavier mumbled thoughtfully. “Who?” Axel asked. “Pack elder Naomi. I thought it was suspicious, but when I tried looking into it, I was told she had died in her sleep, and that it might actually have been a mistake.” “That’s suspicious,” Axel mused thoughtfully. “Now that I think of it, it really is. Although her family member said she was sick and mixed up details. That she had Alzheimer.” Xavier frowned sitting up as he mulled over what he had heard. “That seems convenient,” Axel said with a frown.

I didn’t want to explain who this girl was to Benson so I just huffed and shook my head again to say forget it. “Um… Ruby… Naomi is dead… She died when Nicolas became a Chimera and attacked Benson’s tribe… That was one of the main reasons Benson’s mom killed Nicolas without giving it a second thought.” My eyes widened with intensity as my heart stopped beating. Chaze soon figured it out, that Benson failed to mention that part. “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you.” I shook my head no and looked at the ring in my hand. “Why wouldn’t he tell me that?” I softly spoke.

he scoffs “Whatever….how long are you gonna be gone…I’m missing you already’ I pouted “Awwnn….perhaps three days..i will quicken up the mission, so that I can come back for you” “Ok…” “Another news…but it’s kinda bad and good” “What?” “Nora is dead…doctor confirm it this morning” He noted. I nodded “Ain’t you surprise?” “I know she will die anyway, she can’t survive that acid, it’s damn dangerous” He nodded and sighed

"Don't speak nonsense! My daughter is right here. She only sprained her ankle. How can you blatantly jinx her when she's right here?" The reporter paused and took out a phone to check something. "Ms. Saddler, I think you've misunderstood. The one who died from the accident at the venue was your elder daughter, Ms. Flora Saddler, not the one beside you now." Mom's expression turned grim and displeased instantly. The reporter continued pressing, "As her spotter, you failed to notice the danger she was in in time. Regarding this, is there anything you'd like to say to the public?"

“Watch your tone, Mindy Fawkes! Why would we arrest you without proof? Just tell us. Why did you kill them?” I shrugged. “And who did I kill?” “Your dormmates! They were about to transfer to universities from the community college, but you ruined their futures!” “That’s such a huge pity! I find it regrettable that those three good girls died, but why would I kill them?” “Because you—” “Ahem.” Captain Zimmer interrupted Watson by clearing his throat. What a pity. I did not manage to fish out what they thought was my murder motive. “Mindy, what were you doing on the eleventh of March? Please tell us in detail. Don’t leave anything out.” Captain Zimmer’s voice remained as steady and calm as usu

The night before the bankruptcy was finalized, Mom returned to the tiny storage room where I had once lived. She clutched my old clothes against her chest, swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills, then slit her wrists. Blood slowly pooled across the floor. Mom hoped that death would give her the chance to atone to me. 30 minutes before I was due to leave this world forever, Naomi disappeared. She stood atop an abandoned communications tower on the outskirts of the city, cradling the research log that bore the name "Clifford Sullivan". She stood at the tower's edge, the wind whipping her hair. She smiled at nothing and shouted to the sky, "Cliff, look! I'm putting on one hell of a firewo

"Don't block me, please! Naomi… She's fading fast. She's in a small private clinic now, barely holding on with IV drips. The doctor says she only has a few days left. She's been calling for you in her final days. She wants to see you one last time. "Caleb, I know we've hurt you deeply. We deserve to go to hell for what we did. But Naomi's on her deathbed. Please just take pity on her and see her one last time, okay?" Staring at the screen, I typed out a response impassively. "That's not my problem." I blocked the number without hesitation. Naomi wanted to see me one last time, huh? Was she trying to get under my skin one last time, or did she want to see just how well I was doing for myself,

"I know I was wrong to break up your union with him, but the child is innocent! Don't drag them in! Please, that memory chip has already brought you enough money. Just let him go!" Ida tried to lift her. "No! Don't! Think of your baby! You don't need to kneel before an irritating nobody like her, Selena. She doesn't deserve it. I don't recognize an infertile woman as my daughter-in-law. She never was!" The reporter jumped in. "What do you have to say about Miss Mason's testimony? Was this all a setup to squeeze more money out of him?" I noticed the name tag around his neck—something I had never heard of.

Marissa's daughter through and through. "Go to bed, Isabella. Please. I promise, when I can tell you more, I will." She left reluctantly, and I sat alone in the darkness, waiting for the phone call that would change everything. It came at 6:23 AM. "Mr. Castellano? This is Warden Chen from FCI Victorville. I'm afraid I have some very difficult news about your wife." I closed my eyes and let her deliver the scripted lines. Marissa found unresponsive in her cell. Emergency medical response. Transport to hospital. Pronounced dead at 5:47 AM. Apparent drug overdose. Investigation pending but preliminary evidence suggested self inflicted.

Marissa’s eyes did not soften. Smithfield’s body suddenly collapsed sideways against the rocky ground, but before fully falling unconscious, his lips moved one last time. “I divorced Naomi,” he muttered weakly. Rachel frowned immediately at the strange confession. Marissa’s expression darkened completely. Then without hesitation, she kicked Smithfield hard across the head. The force rolled his body roughly against the rocks before it finally became still. Completely still. Silence spread across the cliff for one sharp moment as everyone realized the same thing. Smithfield was dead.