Nate Rossi Death Novels & Stories

DANTE'S POV The ward reeked of strong antiseptic and blood, making my nose twitch. I had to hold it in. My body ached badly, but the pain was the least of my worries . I was half conscious. I could hear the whispers concerning my death outside the room, the footsteps of people around me. Heavy silence followed the pronouncement of my death. “Dante Rossi, ages twenty-nine, died at three-thirty pm. Cause of death: sudden heart attack.” Dr Jones said as the monitor flatlined.

Killian crouched down and trained his gun between his eyes. "Goodbye," with that said, he shot him dead. A thick blotch of blood splattered across his face. Rossi's head fell back on the floor and he took a shaky breath before life finally left his body. He lied about hurting his family. He wasn't going to do anything with them but it was fun to see fear in his eyes in his last moment. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of any sort.

"As you see, I am not. I want to know how you escaped and who among the members survived." "I, Calisto, Xavier, and Lassie are the only ones remaining. The rest did not make it. Andrea died of lung cancer. "Fuck, This is so..." Nathan responded, bowing his head silently. Everything they went through in that incident was hell. Hell, even he was surprised to have survived unharmed. But then again, whose dead bodies were those that were confirmed dead that day? "Not good, right?" Rico glanced at Nathan, who pursued his lips into a thin line through the car mirror and laughed to brighten the atmosphere. So far, they were back together, and that was the most important thing that mattered. "I am m

"The results are in. The victim is Rosanne Slade." Nathan staggered before he stared at the report, shaking his head. "No, this can't be right. She's not dead. She can't be." He ran to the autopsy room and pulled out my body. Just as he reached out to examine my barely recognizable face, his hand hovered midair. Then, his tears hit my arm, and he slowly reached for my hand, only to feel the scar on my wrist. That was the last straw that broke him down in tears.

the officer finished. Father’s mouth opened, but no words came. Just a whisper of breath. “Dead…” he murmured. “Buried…” “Yes. And one more thing, Mr. Barone.” The officer’s gaze flicked back to Gia, sharp and unblinking. “Adam Rossi wasn’t alone in this. He named an accomplice.” A pause. “He named Gia Barone.” At the officer’s final words, all the color drained from Gia’s face. “No… I—how could I possibly be involved in that?” she stammered, her voice trembling as she took a half-step back. “When Adam Rossi killed her, I was at home. With Father.”

"I thought I was off-base! I didn't think he planned to pass on!" "Wow. I was a little apprehensive when I saw it. It isn't so much that I feared him passing on, however the reason for death was excessively frightening. He really slipped and fell two times? The initial time turned into the foretelling for the subsequent time!" "This is so strange. That mark pen really made an incredible commitment. I'm additionally a little frightened watching this!" "Regardless of what, he's dead at any rate!" Ross shut the live transmission projectile screen and glared. He additionally detected something bizarre. Would being a coincidence be able? Would it be able to be that he had the right to kick the bu

He managed to sing a song so his daughter would hear him for the last time… There when I remembered what the police told me last time about my Dad's death. They said Dad's taxi was allegedly crashed into a large tree. The taxi leaked and include that one of Dad's passengers was smoking that night, resulted in the taxi explosion. It only made me felt worse when I found out that Albus Wesley and Hailey Perelman were Dad's rides. Those two people whom I chose not to help and interfered with. Damn it! They died with my father. It's all my fault, I'm so idiot! Of all things, why did I not notice the plate number? I knew that something like that would happen. But why? Why did I not see a death sha

It was too late for regrets. And as she clicked the delete button, she knew there would be no going back. After that James put a gun through her head and she fell, blood dripping on the floor. Natalie died.

"You just died like this. What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to live? I might as well die too!" "Matthew, Matthew, you coward! Say something! Our daughter is gone, gone! You watched her grow up, and now, you watch her die in front of you!" Matthew had a stoned expression, letting Heather shake him without uttering a word. He just quietly watched Natalie. Natalie died with her eyes open. What kind of ugly obsession made her unwilling to close her eyes, even after falling from such a height? "No signs of life." The doctor, who had been implementing standard rescue procedures, withdrew his hands and said without emotion, "We did our best."

“Good morning, Mr. Ross. It is Officer Sandy. I know that this is sudden, but I was able to get the autopsy report from forensics. There was an unknown substance in his blood, and from what I heard, his lungs took the greatest hit. We have no idea what all this means yet, but I think that you might have an idea. I just thought to keep you posted.” I sighed and set the phone down. Ryan suddenly dying just didn’t make sense. I knew people who had been drug addicts for almost their entire lives. They don’t just up and die. Ryan looked far gone, but he didn’t look so unhealthy. Crude and tattered? Yes. But unhealthy? Something fishy was definitely going on. There was a soft knock at the door, an