Novel & Cerita Rosinante Death

He asks slowly. “Diego, he…” I begin, but stop as I remember the terrifying lycan that took Rosalie. “He’s not himself. He’s…” Fuck. This was so much harder than I imagined, but I had to get through it. I needed to deliver the news so that we could begin to plan our next step. “He’s lost, and Rosalie, he took her. We tried to stop them, but they were too powerful, and Devin, he, he’s… he’s dead, Anthrose. Devin is dead.” Gasping, I feel bile beginning to rise in my throat as images of all those dead begin to attack me, and as I rush to the balcony in front of me, I hear a piercing shriek fill the air.

The Theodore who treated you like you were his entire world had died the exact moment you brought Sebastian back with you and ground my face into the dirt. "The man standing in front of you right now is just a psycho who's fighting to stay alive. The password isn't a name. It's my epitaph." Rosalie stared at the word "Deceased". Her face instantly turned as pale as a sheet. She was shaking like a leaf, her lips trembling as she tried to form words, but her voice failed her completely. A wave of terror swallowed her whole. The truth was a dull, rusted blade, carving into her flesh inch by inch, arriving far too late.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Mateo sat on the counter, swinging his legs, clutching a crumpled piece of paper Elena had given him that morning. “When is Mamá coming back?” he asked. Rosa’s hands shook as she turned the sign to CLOSED. “Soon, cariño.” “She never stayed this long, I miss my mama” Mateo said sadly. Rosa looked away so he wouldn’t see her cry. ************************ By dawn, the paperwork was complete. Cause of death: Gunshot wound. Time of death: 9:42 p.m. Next of kin: None listed. Elena Rossi was officially dead.

Her eyes started getting vacant. “However, she died! She was in her prime, and she died in such a horrible way!” Uno’s voice trembled. “Yeah. Too bad,” she looked out of the window and replied flatly. Uno could hear the sound of his teeth crack. This woman was the culprit. How could she be so nonchalant? How could she be so unbothered? “Miss Rosaline mingled with the wrong people.” He roared while trying his best to suppress his anger.

Her happiness cheered me. How could anyone have a drop of happiness in such moments as Rosie was going through? Her grandparents and father had recently been killed by a member of a notorious cartel because her father owed him money. That money had been borrowed to treat her brother after he got involved in an accident. Rosie had not been home by then so she had survived being killed. Her brother Aurelio was still in hospital and her mother’s relatives had promised to take care of him.

she whispered. Rael’s expression softened. “I was hoping you’d ask.” Cesare stepped closer, clearly fascinated by the situation. “I have a feeling this story will be entertaining.” Blake shot him an annoyed look. “Stay out of this.” Rael ignored them both. His attention remained completely on Rosette. “I know this must be confusing.” “Confusing?” Rosette repeated. Her voice trembled slightly now. “You died.” Rael nodded once. “Yes.” Blake frowned. “That’s not how death works.”

"Don't stop until we've confirmed everyone is safe." At 9 AM, the first call came. Contessa Bianchi. Her voice shaking. "Dante. Oh God. Dante." "What happened?" "Giovanni. Giovanni Rossi. He's dead." Dante went cold. "How?" "Shot. This morning. Coming out of his apartment in Rome. Three bullets. Professional hit." She was crying. "He didn't even see it coming." "When?" "An hour ago. The police just called me." Giovanni Rossi. Fifty-eight. Shipping magnate. One of the first to join the New Order. Dead.

Sophia POV The drive to my uncle's house took a long time, longer than the journey from the church to the De Luca mansion, and nobody said a word, the silence in the car so heavy it felt like it might suffocate me. I stared out the window as Palermo disappeared behind us, my thoughts replaying Vincent's words over and over. Antonio Rossi is missing. Then Rosa had called minutes later. Found. Found dead. Another Rossi. Another funeral. Another body. I clenched my hands into fists. How much more? How many people with my family's name had to die before this nightmare ended?

DANTE'S POV The ward reeked of strong antiseptic and blood, making my nose twitch. I had to hold it in. My body ached badly, but the pain was the least of my worries . I was half conscious. I could hear the whispers concerning my death outside the room, the footsteps of people around me. Heavy silence followed the pronouncement of my death. “Dante Rossi, ages twenty-nine, died at three-thirty pm. Cause of death: sudden heart attack.” Dr Jones said as the monitor flatlined.