Sabos Death Novels & Stories

I didn’t have the patience for theatrics. “Go on,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “But whatever it is, make it quick—and make it important.” Matteo stepped forward with his hands clasped behind his back. His face gave nothing away, but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders. Whatever he had to say, it wasn’t good. “Boss, I just got word,” he said, voice low, steady. “Don Fabio is dead.” The room went silent. The television droned on in the background, but it was just noise now. I maintained my gaze on the screen while Matteo watched me, waiting for a reaction.

Elize asked. 'Who says?' Elize looked at Dark, standing next to Sparrow, holding a card. Dark read the card. 'Raymond de los Santos. Died at two in the morning. Cause of death, head gunshot. ' Dark said. 'You know what to do.' Lucian said. Elize ran as Sparrow fired a series of shots at her. She can avoid the bullets because of Lucian's protection. Elize avoids it because she sees it coming as if it were a slow motion.

It was definitely a terrifying sight. “You’re finished, kid! Sonny’s eyes instantly lit up after seeing the professionals. “The people you beat up were just ordinary gangsters! They’re nothing! “Now that Mr. Saban’s here, you’re dead for sure! “He’s a powerful man! He’ll bury you right under the damn field when he’s done with you! “Nobody will even notice your burial ground after twenty years!” Sonny was exhilarated. Chloe covered her face when she exclaimed, “You’re finished!”

Moreover, a person would die eventually, and the method of death was not important to him at all. "Everyone will die. It doesn't matter if he dies miserably or peacefully. What matters is this experience," said Saber Twelve.

But all that running was pointless now when the past had come after me. “Dove? Oh, my God, Dove!” It was Amy, but my eyes were stuck on the ground. The tears blurred my vision, prohibiting me from seeing. “Dove? Sweetie, can you hear me?” I felt her arms come around and her body beside me. “He’s…hes’s…” “What the fuck did he do?” I could hear the coldness that coated Sabrina’s words. “I don’t care if he’s the boss. I’m going to fucking kill him. He is dead.”

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.

I stared at the police car in front of me, feeling utterly incredulous. "I'm not gonna smash it! That's a crime!" The system in my mind said coldly, "If you don't self-sabotage, you'll die." I did not believe it at first. Half an hour ago, I suddenly heard the system's voice in my mind. It told me that I was the male protagonist in a tragic story that would end in my death. I would be kicked out after the love of Clara's life, Maxey Tyler, returned to the country.

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.