Pepsi Paloma Death Scene Novels & Stories

Just some tape from what I can see. Gone is the sweet male holding me while roller skating. Sharing an ice cream with me. Now I think I’m gonna be sick! When the lights go out again, the place erupts like I’ve never felt. The ground literally moves as everybody begins to stomp. “PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!” “Aww let’s give the people WHAT THEY WANNNNNNT,” the emcee teases. “PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!”

Then I squeaked, “Excuse me?” {You died. While eating ramen and croissants together. The coroner is still confused.} My hands flew to my mouth. “I died from a croissant-ramen combo? That’s the most embarrassing death in history.” {Congratulations. I grabbed your soul before it floated off to food-crime purgatory and dropped you here.} “Here being…?” {The movie you watched last night. The one with the hot psychotic wolf king.} I squinted. “The Psychiatrist and the Psychopath? The indie one with the terrible CGI wolves?”

-Young blood say you want it, say you want it back in your life," we sing at the top of our lungs. We do make a good threesome. But you need it, yeah you need it... Until we lower the radio and arrive at the lake. There are several cars parked near the lake. People with umbrellas and towels on the sand, thermoses with beer, quite a few people bathing in the lake, shouting, singing, throwing themselves off the dock. There is a DJ nearby playing all kinds of music. It is full of people. Clara parks a bit away from the others. Until two days ago their partner died and they were having a party in the same place where she died. Good fellows. I guess that's life in this day and age. Carolina looks

He reached for his phone and pressed a single button. "Section four. The asset is no longer required. Clean the terrace." Cali didn't blink. She watched the screen. Two shadows emerged from the lemon trees. Marco didn't even have time to set down his cup. There was no struggle, no dramatic plea. Just two muffled thuds that didn't even carry through the audio feed. Marco slumped over the table. The espresso cup shattered on the stone floor. Cali felt a hollow thud in her chest, but no tears came. She felt lighter. She felt meaner. She turned to Devi, who was watching her with a frighteningly patient devotion.

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

Location: Supreme Castle, Supreme. Vanessa's POV Morning cast its soft and gentle warmth on my face and I groaned, turning on the bed. Its emptiness causing my eyes to open. My head didn't hurt as much as it did last night and I certainly didn't feel Star's pain as much as I did last night. Hell! It was barely there. Just a tiny piece of it flowing in the wind. I searched around, Urano was not in the room. Not even the bathroom, not the balcony. There was a note on the table in the living room.

Sweat had forced her eyeliner into the corner of her eye and she wiped at the stinging sensation. “My roulette operator was found dead behind the dumpster in the back,” Jake replied. He wasn’t lying, that was what had happened, and he saw no need to include the details about demons. “Do they know who did it?” Nadia took the frosty red margarita from the waiter and stabbed a straw into it. “Of course not. This is Vegas, honey, this stuff happens all the time.” Jake shrugged and pushed the umbrella in his own margarita aside so he could insert the straw. “I doubt they ever will, sadly. I am handling his funeral expenses.”

she mumbled, taking a step forward involuntarily. Teresa gulped hard, her body trembling, hands still locked with those of her son, Leo. A tear slid down his cheek as he stared at Lisa’s cold body. Marco leaned back into his chair. That single shot killed every lingering fight left in him. With a stretch of his arm, he locked hands with his wife. Roberto D’Amore glared at Dante, eyes filled with rage. His breath came unevenly, his teeth gritted as if holding back a scream.

Paloma smirked at them and crossed her legs while sitting across both of them. “You poisoned the drink!” Marcus complained when he felt that something was wrong with his body. He was drowsy when he had enough sleep last night, and who would become sleepy right after drinking a cold juice? Paloma pouted her lips but didn’t answer. She was quiet and just observed. She could be wrong in her hunch but sometimes, a person should take the risk to achieve a goal.

Someone called for assistance and another called for security and it all happened so quickly. My heart was hammering and I suddenly felt so weak, my knees buckled as I knt beside him and checked his pulse.He was not breathing. My hands shot to my lips. No. . . no. I whirled around.Don Julio's men rushed over. One of them grimaced as they stood up and checked Marcos' pulse. “Dead.” I became immobile. I simply knelt there and gazed at his corpse. I had poured a drink. The glass. The new bartender, I was feeling lightheaded. The poison. I was supposed to have that drink. Someone had tried to kill me.