Pepsi Paloma Death Scene Novels & Stories

He knows that the more he prevents things, the more ineffective they are. He raised his head to look at the harsh sunlight and sighed. “Have you ever thought about this day, you do everything for her, but in the end, she throws everything away to choose you…” Palomas Blancas doesn't remember how long she's been gone, or how many times she's been in a coma, she only remembers that someone is waiting for her at Mount Atardecer... When her whole body is covered in blood and tears standing on the top of Mount Atardecer, it's time.

She said and I blacked out. Paige´s POV My plan is working. I asked her to join me for a picnic…I poisoned her lemonade with the vial Coral gave me. As soon as she started sipping on it, I felt more powerful and strong. By the time she finished the whole lemonade, she started feeling sick, and, of course, I faked my concern, until she was about to pass out. I revealed to her that it was her punishment for taking Romeo away from me. I picked the picnic spot strategically, we were so close to the river, and with my newfound strength, I pushed her unconscious body into the river. The water will vanish all traces of her scent, and maybe the river will end her life for good. Now the next part of

he tapped the sides of his Tankard and the bartender hurried to make arrangements for the order. And Mr. Mateo was still speaking. "I want us to make a toast... A toast to the unwanted dead. at least, my wish had been granted, my prayers have been heard" The drinks arrived and Mr. Mateo stood on his feet. "Cheers to the death of Elena Domerio!!" He yelled lifting his Tankard up to the air. The men does the same too and there was a thunderous bang of... "CHEERS!!!". Just then, The clouds rumbled, the rain beat faster upon the thatched roofs and a lightening struck...

“I wonder who the next person will be. Guess how he will die?” “He will suffocate himself to death from constipation!” “The person commenting above is really smart.” “F*ck! Today was so exciting. Today’s death wasn’t very bloody, but this is really exciting! It’s too disgusting!” “Are you a psychopath? Isn’t the pencil sticking in your eyeball disgusting enough?” “This is indeed too disgusting. I’ll dream about this even when I sleep tonight!” “Can you still sleep after seeing this?” After Pokan was eliminated, Marcellus, Post, and Mona Lynn were completely awake. Their nerves were all tensed up.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I thought to myself, ‘My idol is really beautiful. Areiza’s POV: I looked at Ailina like this, and my heart trembled. I had to admit that this woman was too beautiful. Even a woman like me would be moved, let alone a man. Everyone was stunned when they saw Ailina. Evan Lewis was stunned for a moment. However, he quickly came back to his senses and said, “All departments, prepare for the 27 scene.” In the shouts of Director Lewis, everyone comes to their senses. The twenty-seven scene was when Barry was poisoned.

“Helena.” “I thought you were going to die,” I said, my voice breaking. He chuckled faintly, though it sounded more like a wheeze. “I’m tougher than that. You know that.” “Dante is dead,” I said, the words heavy on my tongue. “I know,” he replied, his tone surprisingly light. “I watched Paulo shoot him. Shocking plot twist, huh? I’m just mad I didn’t get to shoot the bastard myself.” I didn’t laugh. I couldn’t.

I can’t wait to get underneath the covers and cuddle up in his arms. “I totally forgot to ask Mom what had caused Hailey to end up like that,” I said, realizing how important that detail was to us. “Someone put something in the drink that came to your table.” He turned into our driveway. The garage door automatically opens for the car to park out of the rain. “The piña colada was poisoned.” Hold up, I ordered one, and then Hailey ordered the second. Did he know that? “How many were brought to the table?”

Watching. They toasted to peace. To “realignment.” To trust. And I raised my glass with them. The poison was tasteless. Fast. Expensive. I watched one man drink deep. I smiled when the tremor hit his hand. When his throat closed. When his eyes went wide. He dropped forward, face-first into his untouched plate. Chaos erupted. But Milo didn’t blink. I stood. Ran a hand over my stomach like I was soothing a child. “You wanted me at your table,” I said, stepping over the body.

He drank it while watching Edgar also drink the poison that Fritz had concocted earlier. "Goodbye Edgar Zealand. Elissa Desmond is mine," said Fritz as he gulped down all the drinks he took from the waitress.