Sam Norton Death Novels & Stories

She might have been before me but not anymore. Now, she was a woman of herself, one who could handle them by herself needing little or no help from me. “What did you just say?” Maxwell was the one who had asked while Samantha's eyes fell to the ground before she held Maxwell's. “She killed who?” “George” Nortia's voice reverberated, bouncing off against the wall as she repeated, her lips curled into a smirk. Maxwell's face flinched before he turned to Samantha demanding. “You killed him? Not your father?”

Before the surgery, he signed a do-not-resuscitate order. After a while the doctor declared. "Time of death eight thirty-four in the morning." Sam was so shocked. She was not ready yet. She’s still hoping that they could talk. But now, he’s gone. She could no longer tell him that he has a special place in her heart.

She then slightly nodded. Ben left with a smile, and soon news came from the hospital. Although Norton was sent to the hospital in time for emergency treatment, he was diagnosed to be in a vegetative state. He could never wake up again due to the serious injury. Four of his bodyguards also died. None of them could be saved. Soon, the news was delivered to the Yates family from America through a special channel. They were furious! Even though Norton was not the heir of the Yates family from America…

Before Suzanne could question her further, Nina ended the call. A strange sense of unease crept into her chest as she grabbed the remote and switched on the television. The screen flickered to life, and the face of the news anchor filled the room. "Breaking news—" The words barely registered before the headline flashed across the screen. "CHAIRMAN OF CARTER CORPORATION AND CARTER SPECIALIST HOSPITAL FOUND DEAD." Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat. The reporter continued, "In the early hours of the morning, Chairman Leo Carter was pronounced dead. Sources confirm that after his surgery, his body rejected the new heart, leading to severe complications and ultimately stopping blood flow. Cha

As it stood, cause of death was literally hanging by a bedsheet from the laundry window, and it would stick. No one would even dare look her way. "That's so sad." "That's not all," the nurse said. "They found a message on her phone, it was sent an hour before she died." Samantha felt every cell in her body stop. "A message, you say?" She asked. The nurse did not notice how rattled Samantha was. "Yes, apparently, she sent a message to her husband, talking about how everything she's ever done, she did it for him."

"Are you okay, what happened?" Amelia was certain he wanted to speak, but he found it hard to say the words. He slipped from the wall to the floor, placing both his hand on his head. He puffed out air from his mouth before finally speaking. "Nathan is dead," He said in a gravelly voice. "What?" She couldn't believe it. " He said he had more time to live"

We are losing her! „We are losing her!” remained stuck in my mind like a horror movie. Inhuman efforts were being made to save Sam. I was terrified looking hopeless at the one who used to be so full of life, such a true friend; Samantha was dying. I instinctively placed my hands on my head; this is not happening; there was no way this is happening; and then the inevitable… - - Time of death, 12:36 PM. - - Miron, tell me this is a bad dream!

they had said. "But, I didn't mention Nirvana," Samantha said. "You did," the person said. "I took it back, I kept shut," Samantha pleaded. "Haha," the person chuckled. Samantha felt a jab in her stomach and another one on her neck. She was bleeding profusely and the blood oozed out of her body and she felt life slowly moved out of her. "Please..." She whispered as she closed her eyes in death. The lights came up and she could feel people gathering her as she went into total darkness. It was the end for her.

“I’ve spent my whole life cleaning up after my father. This time, I’ll end it my way.” There was so much pain in his voice that I couldn’t even argue. I reached for his hand. “You’re not alone anymore, Soren.” His grip tightened around mine. “Don’t let go, then. No matter what happens.” “I won’t.” Hours passed before any of us spoke again. Nathan eventually came back, his face pale and tense. “The news broke,” he said flatly. “They’re saying Victor Knight was shot during a confrontation with you. The police have a warrant out.”

Dean’s messages had been the worst and full of baseless accusations. Nathan didn’t last week before he took the same route as Leon and killed himself.