Rosinante Death Novels & Stories

"Leo, Heidi's dead! She died! Just forget about her!" Leo was stunned. He grabbed her shoulders and asked incredulously, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Holding her head high, Rosalie countered loudly. "It's not nonsense. She's really dead. She died of lung cancer. I attended her funeral this morning!" Leo didn't believe her. Pulling her along, he walked out. He drove her to my grave. It wasn't until he saw my photo on the tomb that he understood Rosalie was telling the truth. Dropping to his knees before my grave, he started bawling his eyes out like a child.

His morning mood did not have a negative impact on Rori, who barely seemed to say anything to him other than, 'sorry! "What happened to her?" Rori asked, after she had noticed the persistent silence was doing both of them no good. "I don't know," Drake said. "It was in the morning. I unusually woke up early that day. I was in the church, looking at our future, writing our future down and dreaming of it. The next thing I knew, I got a phone call. Rosetta was dead. My fiancee was dead." "It is fine," Rori said. Drake started crying.

"Damn it! We’re too late. She must've know that we were coming for him." Sebastian’s mind reeled. "Whoever did this knew we were getting close. We need to figure out our next move fast." **** Mrs. Rojas reclined in her luxurious armchair, the muted hum of the television providing a soothing backdrop as she sipped her warm tea. The news segment detailed the death of Rico, a local man found poisoned in his apartment. The report also mentioned that Lillian, the pregnant woman recently missing, had been found and taken to a hospital. The name of the hospital was not disclosed.

He answered it after the second ring, and I watched the smile gradually drop from his face. "What? I will be there right away," he said and bolted from his chair. I watched him hurry up the stairs, and after a while, I instructed Sophie to wait right there for me, and I followed him up. He was already dressed when I got to the room. "What's the matter? Is everything okay?" "Antonio Romano is dead. He was found dead in his apartment this morning." Hello guys. I am sorry for the upload of other chapters. I hope you are still enjoying the story.

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

Aunt Rosy always blamed me for a death. "She's not!" Granny defended again. I could feel the tears threatening to fall. I felt a hand on my thigh and it was kind of soothing. I knew it was Ace. "Yes, she is!" Aunt Rosy yelled. "She was always a spoiled little brat!" she continued. "Rose died because of her! If it wasn't for her, she would be alive by now!" she continued and now I couldn't tolerate it. I pushed my chair back and stood up.

The beautiful features of her face seemed to have fallen apart, and when she spoke her voice sounded a little brittle, but a sudden hardness had appeared in her eyes. “How did he die?” “That, I don't know myself, but I've seen him. My manager found his body, sitting behind the desk in my office with a hole in the head.” Rico paused, trying to decide if he should go on or not. He decided to. “I've made inquiries about the gun which shot him and I discovered he was shot with my gun.” Rose dropped the glass cup on the hardwood of the cabinet with a loud click. She poured herself another glass of whiskey and gulped it down.

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

Rosy muttered and I shrugged. “It is simple. He was murdered to prevent him from giving the information to you,” I muttered after we had wallowed in silence for a while. “And he was killed by the same person,” Rosy chuckled. “I wonder who he is and what he is planning right now,” she smiled and sat down, crossing her legs together. “To get him, we have to get the people working for him first. Do you have any idea?” I asked and she crooned her neck backwards. “Melinda wished that I had died in the fire with Sherry, that criminal was murdered in prison, and Mr. Martino was killed in a public restroom. All these things happened in one day,” Rosy muttered, swinging her head around.

He was gone! "Papà..." Her sobs intensified, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached out to touch his face, now pale and lifeless. After some time, Ville stepped forward. "My Lady..." "I am fine!" Rosana replied, wiping off her tears with the back of her hand. She knew it was time to leave. Rising to her feet, she made her way towards the exit, leaving Mr. Santos' lifeless body behind. After everything he had done, she was not going to waste so many tears for him.