Novel & Cerita Rody And Vincent Dead Plate

"Mr. Lincoln, we have to save Mr. Sanford! If we wait, that bitch will kill him!" Ivan's face darkened. "You'll just be throwing your lives away. You can't save him." He had already experienced Gordon's overwhelming power firsthand. The only one who could possibly save Rodney now was their academy's master, Vince—but Vince was in seclusion and had no idea his son was on the verge of death. Meanwhile, Finley sat in a corner, drinking one glass of whiskey after another, grinning like a man who had just won the lottery. This was beyond satisfying. Rodney was getting beaten to death, and next, it would be Andrew's turn.

As the blood flowed, he solemnly repeated: "Blood to enter, blood to exit. My loyalty is yours." Timmy snorted. Midnight decided it was time for us to leave. Before I could process it, Vincent looked directly at me and winked. For some reason, I felt drawn to the violence overflowing from him. Then we heard gunshots. Jimmy’s body fell seconds later from the upper floor, landing on the hall floor atop Vincent’s uncle’s corpse. The impact reverberated through the room like a final verdict. Blood spread quickly, merging into a single crimson pool around the two dead bodies.

Rodrick said with conviction. The sound of Vincent's boots hitting the floor filled the silence that followed Rodrick's statement. He watched as his old rival drew in closer to him. Vincent didn't stop until he was standing beside Rodrick, an amused expression coming across his features while they stared each other down. Finally, he clapped a hand on Rodrick's shoulder and released a short scoff.

Vincent’s tone sounded cold as he put the question to Mateo, “Who killed him?” Mateo's response was direct: "Russian mafia." Vincent did not look elsewhere besides Isabella’s face. *****************

Ryder runs up to hug her tightly and Scarlett loses herself in his embrace. “What-” “We must take you to the hospital for surgery!” Scarlett says at once. “Elle is dead and-” The door behind them bursts open and Vincent appears behind them, filled with vengeance. He points a gun at Scarlett, determined to kill her. In slow motion, Ryder steps between her and Vincent. Scarlett screams in horror as the bullet pierces Ryder but Ryder takes out his own gun and shoots Vincent down. “AHHHH!” Vincent screams as the bullet hits his stomach and he falls to the ground, losing blood at a fast rate.

Vadim asked, placing his hands over the fire while the three vampires that tied Vincenzo stood beside the wooden beams. “I would die trying to deliver your head to Darius.” Vincenzo snarled, his voice filled with rage. Vadim snickered. Next to the fire was a wooden table with different weapons; axes, blades, daggers, and stakes. Vadim scoffed before he reached for an ax. He stepped toward him and struck the ax on Vincenzo's chest, breaking his ribs. He screamed and his voice echoed through the empty room while Vadim pulled the ax down to his stomach.

“He’s…not…dead.” “Pathetic,” an elder scoffed. “Take her away!” He ordered. As they lifted me from the floor, something zapped past us. What followed was a loud cry from two of the men who were holding me, then the splatter of blood on my face. I almost fell but quickly looked toward the ocean. Vincent’s body was floating on the water, not moving. He looked dead. My heart was beating very fast. I tried to run into the water to reach him, but other men grabbed me again and held me tight.

He was crying but finally looking at her. "What happened Damien?" He didnt say anything but he cried more. Silently. She didn't even think he was breathing. It was as if he was trying to hold his breath to hold in his tears. "Oh you found- what the fuck?" Jonathan gasped in shock. Ashleigh looked at Jonathan, "Please, make all this disappear?" "Sure." Ashleigh watched Damien stare at the floor as Jonathan got rid of the pills and the blade and all of their companions. When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke.

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

"Richard sent us something. Before he died." "How? He was in prison." "Lawyers can arrange anything if you pay them enough." We took the USB drive to Vincent's house. His computer had better security than ours. Vincent inserted the drive. A video file appeared. I clicked play. Richard's face filled the screen. Gaunt. Gray. Dying. "Hello, Evelyn. Hello, Benjamin. If you are watching this, I am dead. Good. I deserve death. But before I go, I need to tell you something. Something I never told anyone."