Quandale Dingle Death Novels & Stories

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and Mom lost her mind. They sold the villa and lived in that dark basement, spending their days guarding my portrait in the filth. And every year on my birthday, two aged figures would always appear at the cemetery by the seaside without fail. They would kneel before a joint grave, weeping uncontrollably while staring at the tombstone bearing both my name and Katrina's name. And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife."

“ If anything happens to my daughter-in-law, you will have me to contend with, “ Mrs Yolanda said and everyone was shocked by her sudden revelation. Daughter-in-law? ….. David was ashamed of his sister. He couldn't move further. He stayed afar and watched everything. Why, Kathyrn? Why your best friend, Gwenevere? He battled with his heart. They heard the footsteps of people and turned to the direction it was coming from. Ricardo carried Gwen straight to the ambulance without uttering a word to anyone. “ Start the operation, there is a bullet inside of her. If you don't do it now, she might not survive when we get to the hospital, and if she doesn't survive I, Ricardo Lorenzo will single-han

I gave him a tight smile and continued to listen tk the service. The coffin was lowered into the ground and dirt was scattered over it. "Lest we forget Dreads Coleman 1975 -2022 loved and trusted by all mag he rest in peace." The head stine read the dirt begin to cover the coffin and that's when we all began to walk away. I shivered. "You okay Angel?" I nodded. Orlando I watched as that creep held her hand. How dare he! She's mine! We had found out a few days ago that the underworld was about to bury Dreads. I had no idea how they had found him. It had been over a year since we got Karen and Milly out of the Millers house and put bullets into those bastards' skulls.

[I always wanted to meet this person, but not like this] Zia thought looking at the person standing in front of her with a black robe. (a few hours back) "You want to know more about Althea's death and about the Wall of death that is connected to your mom's death in some way, right?" Will asked Zia she nodded her head "Then you need to see something" "Is it the book?" Charles asked "Follow me," Will said while walking holding Zia's hand

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

He slurred and lightly shook his head, "You would've not been this much hurt right now." I released his hair and shifted in agitation as I stood up straight. Dizziness swarmed over my vision making my gaze fall on my arm to notice that the white material of the bandage is now all red, tainted with my blood. I ignored that as I pulled my gun out. Pulling back the safety, I pressed the barrel against his temple, "Now tell me, if I killed you, if you died, who is gonna give a shit, who is gonna cry over you, mourn you?"

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.