Rosinante Death Novels & Stories

“You were the best part of my life and you're irreplaceable. Baby, I know you won't want me blaming myself but if only I had acted on time just maybe your death could have been avoided.'' He held out her hand and placed a white rose within them so gently like she was still alive. Aside from the big hole on the back of her head, little Cassie looked like she was only taking a nap, so beautiful and unjustly killed. Dante walked away giving others to say their final goodbyes. Roland and Henry did say goodbye to the little princess. And the guards did too. Just one more person and the caskets could be closed. Carlson was wheeled to the casket of little Cassie and left there. He tried standing on

I asked. "Quite so but I will try to be home within the next hour. Don't strain yourself to stay awake though, go to bed without me" he replied. "It's just an hour, I'll wait" RUSSO EL MASSIMO I ended the call and slipped the phone into my pocket before looking towards the body bag. "Done, boss" Rio was dead and according to my Sunshine's wishes, I had given him a simple death. He started begging for death the very moment he set his eyes on me and I was sure he was surprised when I pulled my gun out.

He said. He has been overwhelmed since he saw Elena fall off the roof. Rossi nodded. “And the killer?” “Carlos. He claimed to want to give Elena the joy she deserved. So he killed Rio.” The inspector said. “Carlos? He’s still alive?” Rex asked The inspector nodded. “We have detained him. Still questioning him.” “Alright. Thank you, Inspector.” Rossi said as the inspector left. “Levante will be facing trial, soon. RM Pharmaceuticals has been convicted and everything has been traced back to him.” Rossi said to both Rex and Luca.

If there was one thing I was thankful to Antonio for, it was joining my path with Matteo. For me, watching the cremation of Rosita was a deeply emotional experience. I wore a black dress and matching black heels, the Mansion residents were also there to mourn Rosita, Maria personally cried when they burnt the corpse, she was emotional that way. It was a black day, I appreciated the seven gunshots made, honoring her memory, she had fought till her death. Her only sin was loving someone too much. We all wore black, it was indeed a sad day in the mansion.

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CHAPTER 2 Cassandra lost it when she heard Antonio's name mentioned. Antonio Franches. A man twenty years older than Cassandra. But it's not about age. On the day of Marvin and Annalise's accident, Cassandra saw a car in the distance. A symbol was captured in her memory. A silver rose. It sparkled in the night and caught Cassandra's attention. The silver rose on the back of the car belonged to someone who Cassandra later found out belonged to Antonio Franches. The man was at the scene when Cassandra's parents were killed. The car left after watching the flames burn away the bodies of Marvin, Annalise and even their personal driver, Paul.

Amara mumbled and shut her eyes emphatically. “I'm sorry, but he's dead.” The doctor announced as they checked him in the emergency room. “What?” Cassandra asked in surprise and covered her mouth. Rio's clothes were still stained with his own father's blood. He remained in awe while his tears were falling down from his eyes. He just lost both of his parents. The fire of rage was added with a fuel that makes it burn even more. “Rio,” Cassandra called and held his hands that were covered with blood. He was holding the thorn of the rose with the pain he carries.

It was clear that he wanted to snap the man's neck in two. "Wait… Don't kill me! I'm from the Riverville Warrior League! If I die, they will hunt you like a dog!" "So?" Sebastian asked coldly and snapped his neck. The man died so quickly that he didn't even have time to close his eyes. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and his head was tilted at an awkward angle. All the color had drained from Rosalie's face from the event, and she slumped to the ground.

That ended in 1996. I said "ended" loud. My fathers writing was so neat and perfect. He made a sad story sound like a business deal. The people in the village said Vittorio Rossi died because he was so sad that he could not take came of his vines anymore. He died in 1996. I felt a fall on the old paper and I quickly wiped it away. I did not want to hurt the truth I had. The Rossi deed and the story behind it were important to me.

68 ~ROSALINE~ "Christian Sylvester, founder of Royalty furniture, was found dead in his apartment at 9:45 p.m. last night. According to evidence, he left a note before pulling throwing himself off the building roof..."" Ethan honks at a sluggish car before overtaking and almost colliding with a bicycle.