Ravi Ross Death Novels & Stories

they shocked her and again. They all checked their heads roshni was dead The Smith and sinidiha family was outside the operation theatre.as soon as the doctor cane out robert and rajesh rushed to him. "How is my daughter"they chorused. "Am sorry we lost her"the doctor said.. "What??"Roxanna yelled. "Roshni's dead"the doctor confirmed. TBC.........

Cassie stood from Ragnar Marshall's body. "That wouldn't be necessary. You don't need a dead man's son," Rollo said and brought out a knife from his pocket. "Rollo, I can't let you," Cassie said, thinking of the possible consequences of Ragnar Marshall's death. "Shut up or I'll kill you too," he said then realized Cassie wanted to walk out, he quickly ran to the door before she could get there and closed it. "You want to go and call the cops, huh?"

Roselle bows and leaves them to be. Anyone could tell that the two of them were not together so they might have a lot to talk about. So Roselle left, she had a great urge to protect Xavier so she was wary of anyone who came close to him. She knew how his parents died and the public suspected that there was a killer but the police investigation ended as an accident. With the culprit caught everything was closed quietly but it put a big hole in the spirits of those left behind. "Yes sure" Jessica responded. She had many things to ask and tell him.

Myron's POV Ross died at sunrise. The first light broke over Moonfall's territory and he simply stopped breathing. One moment his chest rose and fell. The next time it did not. Peaceful. That was what everyone would say later. He went peacefully. But there was nothing peaceful about the soul bond shattering. Part of my soul tore away with Ross. Ripped from my chest like someone had reached inside and pulled out my heart. The pain dropped me to my knees. I collapsed beside the bed. Could not support my own weight. Skylar caught me but she was breaking too. We held each other and sobbed.

Man, everything is becoming twisted in a weird way. “So, where is this real Carla Ross?” I asked further. Mr. Dave reached for a file out of the piled ones on the left side of his desk. He flipped it open and pushed the contents toward my father and me. “The real Carla Ross died of cancer a year ago. Carla and this student have a lot of features in common as you can see, so it was really easy for her to slip in without issue.” “Wow,” was all I said. As my mind processed it all, it occurred to me that my school is a twisted one. And a very dramatic one.

The furrows on Ravi's forehead deepened, Raymond could say anything, but what did he mean by that? Ravi took a deep breath, his legs suddenly feeling like jelly until he unconsciously gripped Raymond's tensed arm. "Ravi, let's rest, I can't see Ravi like this." Ravi unconsciously dug his nails into the sturdy arm, when he couldn't support his body anymore, his head felt like a heavy object had struck him hard enough to blur his vision. Before Ravi's consciousness was snatched away, fortunately, he still had time to ask with his trembling lips. "How many people have you killed in the past?"

Ross was sitting behind his desk, a glass of something dark and strong in his hand, his expression somewhere between relief and regret. “It’s handled,” Spencer said. Ross looked up slowly, eyes red and distant. “Good. I don’t want to hear about it again.” Spencer tilted his head. “You sure you’re built for this kind of silence, Ross?” Ross let out a bitter laugh, drained his glass, and muttered, “Silence is cheaper than guilt.” "So, Randall is..." "Dead and gone. Till the end the old fool thought he was the one pulling the strings." Ross smirked. He pulled out an envelope from his desk drawer. "Make this look like a freak accident. The rest is for the home invasion."

“You look like shit.” “Have you looked in a mirror?” I bite back. “You’re not exactly the spitting image of sunshine and rainbow, Detective.” My words don’t seem to faze him. “So what brings you to my humble abode?” “She didn’t make it,” I tell him quietly. “They shot her.” Rossi doesn’t even blink. I don’t know what reaction I was expecting. Certainly not empathy, but the fact that he gives me nothing makes me hurt more. “Good,” he says instead, sipping his vodka. “One less Franco on the street.”

A month later, on the southern coast of Exily. The sun was bright, and I lay on the deck of my private yacht, savoring a quiet holiday. Serena walked over with a tablet, clicking her tongue. "Big news." She turned the screen toward me. The headline on Ritelle's local news, in bold black letters, was striking: "Don Lucio Rossi Dies of Critical Injuries! Rossi Family Assets Taken Over by Della Vera Family!" The subheadline: "Ex-Godfather's Mistress Camilla Rossi Missing After Mental Breakdown."

I like the way things are looking, it is all truly falling into place. I would like to arrange a visit with Rob very soon, there is so much I need to tell him. Saving his dad from being a victim of Russell’s greed for success and power is one of them. Speaking of Russell, I watched the news this morning before going to the airport for Natalie and her grandmother. Almost every news station was talking about him and his gruesome death. The gunshot to the head sure drew a lot of attention, not just from the authorities in Russia, but also in America. They are intrigued about the whole incident and want to include themselves as much as they can.