Rashta Death Novels & Stories

Quite popular yet true quotes… probably a product of karma, or beyond physical wisdom. It has been five years since everything, yes… everything. Raquel was later rushed to the hospital after the accident, since she was found to still have a little life left in her. However, her punishment was not over… all the innocent people she'd done no good to, seemed to be fighting against her, thus, the life left, was not sufficient enough to sustain her for a little more time. Raquel Castro was confirmed dead few hours after getting into the hospital, her Mafia family was contacted immediately, and her body was taken for burial.

Kevin’s face turned pale, “No… no way. She can’t be dead. The police said that… Rhea was killed at the park a few minutes ago, she's dead.” "W... What?"

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Everyone looked at him shocked cause why is he trying to defy Ankit knowing very well that the guy is capable of burying him alive on the spot. Nishant signed heavily and looked at the wall clock that showed '00:30'. "Mr.Aaryan Mehra. Age 20, died on Tuesday March 12, 2023 at midnight 00:32. Reason of death- unknown." Nishant declared while Aaryan glared at him. "I was just being cautious." He said. "Don't be otherwise he won't leave you in a state to be." Nishit who sat beside him whispered as he nodded in response.

The police closed the file with the statement that Kali and Zero— also the heir of Raichand Industries— were dead. XXX Shivaay never pushed his son out of his room as he stayed cooped up after Maya's death and Gayatri just saw how her son pined away mourning. They both felt his pain but they were letting the time handle the bereavement. After all, time was the best healer.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat, desperate for a few more minutes of peace, and I got it for exactly two minutes. “If you’re just tuning in, let's recap the news. Billionaire tycoon Grover Astor was pronounced dead early this morning inside a hotel room in Jakarta. The official cause of death hasn’t yet been released but a statement given by the maid who found him claims there was no foul play. It looks like it was a heart attack in his sleep…” My eyes burst open as I tried to catch my breath. What? What did he say??

She stared off into the distance before nodding slowly. Valor and Aynyra walked into a room decorated with flowers all around in the room. In the centre was her father lying on a table. He wore the royal uniform for when a royal passes, the arrow removed and the blood cleaned off. His skin was pale, his eyes closed and his chest unmoving. He really was dead, and Rhae killed him.

"What do you mean, Rudra? How is that possible?" Sashi's hand reached out to Abhi's, a silent gesture of support as they both grappled with the sudden turn of events. Rudra continued, his voice tinged with sadness. "They were involved in a tragic accident several years ago. Their passing was kept confidential, and only a few people knew about it." Abhi felt a mixture of emotions—sadness for the loss of Aakriti and Raghav, confusion about the secrecy surrounding their deaths, and a lingering question about Rudra's involvement.

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. "What is it? If you don't tell me, I'm calling Xander!" Randolph reached for his phone. "Dad, I'm okay." Trista stared at the dirt, her voice jagged and unstable. "It's Cassian... he's dead." Randolph and Ulva froze, their faces turning ghost-white. They shook their heads in sync. "No. That boy—" "His wolf gave out late last night. He was rushed to the clinic, but they couldn't save him."

“Someone call the fucking pack doctor. Get Rufus in here immediately!” Layla ran out to get the pack doctor and Jaime stared on In confusion. Once again, he was in a situation where he couldn’t do anything to help. “It’s no use,” Rhea smiled. “We won didn’t we? She’s dead now.” “She’s dead,” Xavier nodded. “But her beasts are still alive. We need you Rhea. I need you. I love you.” “I love you too,” Rhea smiled. “As long as she’s dead, all her beasts are dead today.”