Rue Died Novels & Stories

“Completely. There are no traces of it even in the backup servers.” My mind raced, grief giving way to something colder. Rue had been healthy and fine. Why would she suddenly go to an abandoned warehouse in the distant suburbs? Why would the footage disappear? The pieces didn’t fit. For the first time since standing before her grave, doubt crept in my mind.. Rue’s death… was not as simple as they wanted me to believe.

she said, wiping her tears. “Everybody back to your classes now!” he barked. “Go! Now!” The crowd scattered in whispers and fear. Rue’s voice trembled as we walked away. “Did someone just die? On campus? Oh my god…” “This is not good,” Cassie muttered. “I just saw a dead body. Like—a real one. This isn’t a movie!” Rue said, clutching her arms. “Rue!” I snapped. “Get a hold of yourself.” She exhaled shakily, nodding.

"I saw her. We all did. She left this wing with a nurse. A woman in navy scrubs. Curly hair. Tan skin. Her tag said 'Morgan.'" The intern looked pale now. "We don't have a Morgan scheduled today." My blood ran cold. Killian swore under his breath, and Rafael’s eyes blazed with anger. And I just stood there, staring at the empty hallway beyond the nurse's station. Rue was gone. Someone had taken her from inside the goddamn hospital. And we'd let them. My phone vibrated in my coat pocket, startling me. I swiped the message open. It was a photo of Rue, sleeping in a bed that wasn't hers.

She turned around and looked at Adrian as she shrieked almost hysterically, “Adrian, he was the one who killed your father! Kill him! Kill him to avenge your father! “Give me back my husband, you b*stard! “Henry treated you well, Richie. He helped you in your lawsuit when your wife cheated on you. Your father was hospitalized and Henry paid for it while commissioning specialists to treat your father. “You’re the reason Henry’s dead, you b*stard!” Rue broke down. She had kept these thoughts to herself for seven full years. She had been unable to unload this on anyone and could only keep all her grievances to herself. But now that she was looking at Richie, she felt as if her heart was being t

He looked relaxed there and was folding his arms. "How long have you been standing there?," Luke asked him, quickly wiping his face once more. "Seems someone has a bad habit of eavesdropping," I said aloud to no one in particular. "Long enough to hear that. What are you both hiding?" "Ruth is dead. She died this morning," Luke said flatly. "Holy goddess. What happened, was it the bleeding?" Magnus asked him, looking concerned. I was surprised that Luke had told him about the bleeding. I wondered how much of their personal life they discussed when together. Did they talk about me sometimes? I doubted that.

Aaron glanced at me, lips palmed into a thin line. “No she doesn’t. She thinks Rue has been pampered way too much than she should’ve but she forgets, Rue is just the same age as Asher and we treat them equally. Rue’s parents died when she was little and she had to stay with us since then.” He says and whoops! This is the first time I’m hearing of Rue. "She wasn’t in the country for a while so you wouldn’t know her. She came back recently.” He tells me as though he could read what went through my mind.

Rue said sternly. "Why? Are you afraid I'll crash and you'll lose your bride-to-be?" Rory teased, a playful smile hiding in her voice. Rue didn't reply right away. On the phone screen, his expression remained cool and composed, yet he made no move to tap the end-call button. "I just don't like dealing with unnecessary paperwork if you end up in a hospital," Rue offered in a flat, formal tone, though he was noticeably letting the conversation linger.

"We have until your death to figure that out, Princess, so enjoy your stay." When he was gone, I threw the sheets over my head and cried until my eyes were dry. *~* Rue eventually showed up, and she brought me food around midday. With rage in her eyes, she placed the tray on the table and slid it toward me. I rolled my eyes and drew the table closer to me, grabbing the only fruit on the table, an apple, because it was most unlikely to be poisoned. "Why are you so sour, Rue?" "Why did you fucking come back here? Do you have a death wish?!" She exploded.

“It’s my fault she died.” Her fault? Her fault? How could she stand here and try to claim that her mother's death was her fault? What happened to Darlene was unavoidable. She had a quickly spreading disease. “It’s my fault,” Rue repeats, fighting against me. “It’s my fault, so I should go and join her!” As she speaks, she attempts to fight the scalpel I still hold away from me. “Stop that!” I growl, throwing it to the side and pulling Rue against me.

“After we crowned ourselves in Rueben’s blood.” He chuckled low and dark, sliding a cup of coffee to me. “Figured you’d want to see this.” He gestured toward the massive TV screen across the living room. The news was already on. And there it was. BREAKING NEWS: RUEBEN BIANCHI FOUND DEAD AT PRIVATE STRIP CLUB — TIED AND MUTILATED. The news anchor’s voice quivered over the gory details. “...was found nude and tied to a mirrored ceiling beam. Reports say his chest was carved open with strange symbols and a bullet between the eyes. Authorities say it was a targeted assassination.”