Quandale Dingle Death Novels & Stories

It was covered in gold quotes. In front of the plaque was a lithe figure, staring at the golden carvings with a dazed expression. 'F*ck, her again?' Darryl had only caught sight of a silhouette and frowned instantly. It was none other than Kendra, whom he had just scared away. 'Crap, she definitely thought I died earlier. She's going to give me hell when she sees me now.' Darryl moved to turn back from where he was on the chain bridge.

I asked, my curiosity momentarily dulling the terror. "She died," he said softly. "How?" Dante sank to the floor across from me, his eyes going glassy and distant. "Rival syndicate hunters," he said. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he took a shuddering breath. "Her name was Georgia. Everyone called her Goldie."

This instantly cleared Dave mind , “ So she was planning to poison me “ , he whispers to himself . Life became a war for the wedded couple with each planning for another to die first. During dinner Dave cut off the electricity and claimed he didn’t pay for electricity and would pay tomorrow as it was already late . Dave had a plan , a good plan , a smart plan that would definitely not end with him dying first. He placed the final candle on the dinner table and admired his work. Romantic. Elegant. Deadly .

The more Dina saw, the angrier she got, and unconsciously let out a cold snort, “Blake’s taste is getting worse, daring to accept any trash. “The fat on my waist can extract two pounds of lard; it’s round and smooth.” “You can’t be Blake’s ex-wife, who could die anytime, right?” Without waiting for Quizza to make a move, her best friend beside her opened her mouth first. The word “dead” made Dina feel indescribable disgust. Anyone who walked out of the shadow of death would especially avoid the word “dead.” “Who did you say will die? Do you dare to say another word?” Dina lifted her hand and pointed straight at Quizza’s best friend’s nose.

“My apologies, Miss Stane. Mr. Quinn has been looking for you all this time. “Some tourists who were traveling in Iceland uploaded your cafe’s address and photos on social media, and Mr. Quinn became certain that you weren’t dead. He even found our company through his connections.” I knew that the truth behind my fake death would come to light someday. After all, Dale had a powerful family and company. It would be as easy as pie for him to use his connections to find me. “It’s fine. This is all in the past,” I answered coolly. I knew that Dale would come and talk to me, but I did not expect it to be so soon.

Location: Vampire Castle, Vampire Kingdom, Supreme King Dracula's POV King Urano was inside the room with me. As well as King Nathan and his Queen. "How could you let your anger take the best of you Drake?" King Urano asked, after calling me aside. They had all arrived as early as possible at the break of dawn, after I had mind linked them the previous night. The Queen Supreme had almost chewed me raw, promising to kill me if Diana died. "I really don't know how it happened My King. I just......" I trailed off.

“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.”

Alejandro was between Miguel's legs going to town on his length obviously he didn't have a gag reflex. "I tried to stop him but he was very persistent," Miguel stated, removing his hand from pushing down the back of Alejandro's head. He pulled them gently out of the auburn strands and I growled menacingly. My eyes started to glow and I felt my Death resurrecting. Black wisps whipped around me and I growled furiously at my mate and his slutty whore friend. Richard looked at me and cursed.

The kind of look that had a sad story tucked behind it. Peggy's smile faltered. "What? What's wrong?" Dante sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Peggy... your sister. She—" "She's dead," Kael said flatly. "Kael!" Dante hissed. Peggy's eyes and mouth widened. "What? No. No, that's not—she can't be—" "I'm sorry," Dante said, and he actually sounded sorry. "She died yesterday. In a cave."

Nathan turned his back on us, striding into the house and expecting us to follow. “What the fuck is going on?” Colton demanded once we’d all crowded into the room he was using as his makeshift office. He fixed us with an assessing gaze, as if he was trying to determine whether he was safe to divulge his secret or one wrong word might trigger an explosion. Finally he sighed and scrubbed one large hand over his face, looking more careworn than I’d ever seen him. “Quade is dead.” He rushed out. “Darcy killed him.”