Pepsi Paloma Death Scene Novels & Stories

"I would like a Dt. Pepsi please." I noticed that she laid her hand on my thigh, looking for comfort, and I loved the fact that she sought my comfort. "I will take a Pepsi." Paulette ordered a Mt. Dew and Rollings ordered a Dr. Pepper. Sam ordered a Sweet Iced Tea and Christian ordered a Rum & Coke on the rocks. Rollings then added a shot of Patron Silver tequila, and, of course, I ordered a scotch. Rae looked at me. "Are you okay?"

The sky above Santorini melted into a deep orange hue, spilling across the sea like paint on canvas. Our table sat right at the edge of the terrace, facing the ocean. The summer breeze brushed gently against my skin, carrying the salty scent of the sea mixed with a faint hint of rosemary from the restaurant kitchen. Soft jazz music played in the background, barely audible. Matteo hadn’t touched his wine. “Someone died this morning,” he said, staring into his empty glass. “Two men from Palermo. Shot in the street, broad daylight. Old-school. Brutal.”

Caleb then asked Sebastian, “What happened to that bar?” Sebastian was not expecting him to ask that and quickly made a phone call to find out. A minute later, he hung up the phone and replied to Caleb. “Sir, a death took place here. Someone died of alcohol poisoning on the spot.” Even so, what did this have to do with Penny? Why was she here in the middle of the night? Winston had been sitting next to Caleb the entire time. He noticed that Caleb stopped working and looked out the window the moment he heard the name Penny.

In a speed of light, Raphael pushed his gun into the mouth of the co-pilot and signalled to Dante to do the same to his accomplice. They both quaked in their boots, their body trembling so rigorously. "See you in hell" he said to them before him and Dante both pulled the trigger. It was such a disturbing and grisly sight to witness. Their blood splattered from their heads, some flesh could be spotted too. I felt like throwing up but controlled myself noticing how calm everyone was like nothing happened. "Diego Perez is next!"

“A woman after my own heart. Nothing quite like a martini when it gets so late it’s early again.” I don’t tell him that was the only drink I could think of, or that I ordered so no one would be mad. He does the whole routine with the shaker, then pours something clear into a tall, triangular glass and garnishes it with a single olive. The stupid garnish brings tears to my eyes. Baba is dead. Christos is probably dead, even if he was just missing for a while. Mama is missing. I’m the last of the Calimeris family.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

" Dale had personally helped me up and fed me the tea, but it was brewed with unrefined silver oleander. I died of poisoning right then and there. At the doors of the emergency room, Maya cried so hard she could barely stand on her feet. "I'm sorry… I'm just too stupid… "I didn't know oleander was poisonous. I just thought it smelled sweet…" As I remembered how my organs had burned, and how I died from pure agony in my past life, I raised my hand and tossed the energy drink into the trash can. It landed with a thud. Maya's eyes immediately turned red-rimmed. "Sierra… You like this drink, don't you? "I saved my allowance for weeks just to buy it for you. That's the best thing I could afford…

The entire night had turned into a wild, endless blast of heat and bodies. Richard Tealthorne had already passed out on the floor, covered in cum and slick, his mouth still open like he was begging for more. Sebas lay on the sofa, barely conscious, his strong body weak and trembling. His eyes were half-closed, lost in a heavy fog of pleasure and the lavender drink. Paloma leaned over him, completely naked, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. She whispered sweetly into his ear, her voice like warm honey laced with power. Her ability flowed deep into his tired mind while he could no longer fight back.

His hands began to shake. “What the fuck has happened?” I asked. None of them could speak. Their eyes were misty, their faces etched with shock. Artemis looked out the window. I snatched the phone from his hand and what I saw catapulted me into another shock. Alpha Jacob was lying dead on the floor, his chest blasted with a silver bullet. Someone had removed his mask. The man with the video rushed to him to drag him out, but it was apparent that Jacob had died. His body was limp and his eyes stared into emptiness.

“You’re still one cardiac event away from meeting your ancestors.” Xavier gave a tiny thumbs up. “Tell them I died cool.” Joy rolled her eyes. “You died on a coffee table covered in Dorito crumbs.” Mika took another picture. “And we’ll never let you forget it.”