Rosinante Death Novels & Stories

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.

And I did not make a mistake there because when I tried to look up the grim reaper I was waiting for was in front of me and holding a gleaming but burning sword. "Ralph Recto, son of Luisito Recto. As one of the angels of death. I am putting you to death today. Get lost." At the same time, Saint said that was the gesture of his sword splitting into Ralph's body that traced the shock in his eyes. Even I was shocked, unable to speak and fear completely invaded my whole being. My lips parted in pity when I slowly saw Ralph's body burning in front of me until it turned to ashes and vanished in the blink of an eye.

I didn't need to be told that he was dead. He looked and felt very dead. His throat was obviously torn out. And beside him were two smaller forms. One was Rosa who was still lying there. But she had collapsed. And she was not moving. The other was a Lycan wolf. I knew that wolf. Ronan.

Rosalie's brown eyes are teary as she waits for Kira to say something. "Rosalie, Mr. Crane's niece died of cancer long before the outbreak." Kira reveals, and Rosalie visibly blanks as she processed what was going on. "Mr. Crane is not in his right mind. It's nothing to be scared of… It'll pass and he won't remember saying such things." Rosalie gave a speechless nod, finally buckling her seatbelt. "Tell your father we're headed his way… and Coco." Kira turns to Cole who was sitting quietly with her stuffed panda. "Close your eyes for me."

He still gave no response and walked again, he moved slowly, so slowly that he just completed a step and Rose covered the whole road by jumping every step and every time questioned him again and again. . . . I am so happy today because, after a long time, my loving brother came home after the death of mom dad. But he never accept that mom dad were died in an accident. He still thought someone killed them and I think that's why he was in tension and worry about them but no proves and clues was found by police that it was a murder. I don't want to talk about that day because I don't want to make myself and David unhappy but he behave so rude and ignoring me so I think I have to talk about this

Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they take the stage and report the details of the case to the ears. August started with his Muddy Waters grit, "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues; 29 of age and of Brazilian descent. She was found this morning at 4:07 am by a local lying easily 30 miles away; but it was obvious that she just came from the party. Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head," everyone gasped. GD covered his mouths with their hand; Albert looked even angrier in disbelief; and the rest were taking their eyes to a sullen state as they fill the room.

The next day, as I was preparing to leave, Julian called. "Rosalie, there's some news..." His voice was heavy. "Rocco's dead." My hand, holding the phone, froze. "How?" "Depression. An overdose of sleeping pills. His Consigliere found him. He'd been dead for two days." Julian paused. "The funeral is this afternoon. Are you going?" I looked out at the gloomy sky. "I'll go." Not many people came to the funeral, mostly core members of the southern organization.

Yup, she shouldn’t have mentioned him. “I’m sorry—” “Mr. Torino died of a heart attack when he found out what Anthony did, well supposedly did, to you.” “Oh no!” Riana sobbed, covering her mouth. Allan’s hard expression softened. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down to his shoulder. “Hey, don’t cry.” “He’s dead because of that idiot.” She felt Allan’s warm lips on her forehead before he spoke. “The way I see it, he’s back together with Mariana. The best way we can honor them is to respect his wishes. Maybe you can add a few of your own to the collection.”

Vincenzo's POV: I was 35 when I died. I died in a car accident orchestrated by Adriana and was burned to death alongside her several lovers. Only in my final moments did I realize I had lost not just Rosalie but my dignity, my family, and everything I had. As the car tumbled, all I could see in my mind was Rosalie's face. The woman I had hurt countless times, who ultimately watched me with despair from within the flames when she was burned alive.

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. What do you think? Let me know in the comment section.