Sam Witwicky Death Novels & Stories

He was bleeding straight from the heart. He collapsed to the floor right then, shock still showing on his face as he died. "Are you crazy, Vicky?!" Tamon and Quentin were left gaping—Vicky had really shot Wes! Jet was stunned too. Not only would Vicky shoot, but she killed one of her family's elders too! "Come on! Who's next?!" Vicky's hand was shaking even as she held her gun, but her voice was determined. "I would never have done this, but you forced my hand!"

"What killed him? How did he die?" "He died in a car accident. It was an unfortunate incident that involved his car and a learner. She was fifteen years. She died too." "And what have you been doing since his death?" "Crying. Thinking. Smoking. Drinking. Masturbating. Basically trying to live my life and wait until it comes to an end." "You are patiently trying to see your life until it gets to the very end?" "Exactly!" Blackwheel took a deep breath. "I don’t understand why someone with good health would be willing to end her life in the most benevolent manner."

There was only one way to find out and that was to visit the lady Ander mentioned. *********** The only person who got shocked most by the death of ZICO was Willam Worth. He couldn't come out now and declare himself alive to the world without achieving his aims. "Wills, I always warned you to be careful. Now you are dead, my ladder to success will be a bit slower," he murmured as he sipped his whiskey. He was sitting in the dark with the only light in the room having to be the one coming from outside, probably by the sunray or any source of light coming from outside.

Yet, he knew better than to question his method cause it was deemed to be pretty working every time. “So, did he say about his location?” He queried further, adjusting to his seat and easing his shoulders into the backrest. Damon was back from the basement and was now chilling with Davien in the foyer. He had already emptied two canned beers while his twin was done smoking his last stick of cigarette. “No.” Damon sighs dejectedly, rubbing his thumb to his chin with his brows narrowed tightly. “He died before I could even ask.” He lost a lot of blood, and the doctor couldn’t do anything about it this time. Apparently, he went too much for cutting off his scrotum, and before he could clip the

Deagon fugitives and deep throats "I am the one responsible for Mark Swanson's death, hurry and cuff me officer," Viktor announced loudly and I sighed deeply at his horrendous performance. The officer, Jimmy Martin, had his cuffs out but asked Viktor to come back to the interrogation room with him. Viktor nodded, came up to me and kissed me softly.

Where did you find her? Wendy, standing beside Callie, also recognised Whitney and couldn’t hold back tears. ‘How could this happen?’ The sergeant’s tone was grave. ‘We found her behind a felled tree just outside the infirmary. When we discovered her, she showed no signs of life. It appears she was attacked with a rock, and her cause of death was excessive blood loss.’ The revelation sent a wave of unease throughout the infirmary. The question hung in the air, heavy with concern – who could have taken Whitney’s life?

Kyle's POV Three weeks in Paris, and I was no closer to exonerating my father than when I'd arrived. If anything, I'd only uncovered more sins. The file on my desk contained photographs, financial records, Morton's call interrupted my thoughts. "Morton," I answered, my voice rough from lack of sleep. "Kyle," he replied. "There's been a development. Richard Williams is dead." I moved away from the window, alert. "How?" "Officially? Suicide. He was found hanging in his cell early this morning."

I felt everything was disappearing with each second, but I swallowed my fear and stepped up to the microphone. "I'm here to clear the air, the allegations that have spiralled like wildfire over the last few days." I started. My voice is surprisingly steady. "First off, Sadie was my wife." The words hung in the air for a moment. They waited for me to continue. "I want to make it clear that I am not responsible for Sadie's death." Questions came almost immediately. "Then, how do you explain the circumstances? Why do you insist it was a suicide?" “I'm aware that the situation surrounding her death looks suspicious." I continued as I chose my words carefully.

before hanging up. "What was that about?" I asked casually, still riding the high of our new official status. "Nothing important." He took my hand, interlacing our fingers and gripping tightly. His tone was as casual as if he was commenting on the nice weather. "Damien Blackwood killed himself this morning. Silver blade to the heart." I was slightly stunned by the news, then felt a strange sense of closure wash over me. "Oh." I responded simply, my gaze sweeping over the hurried pedestrians on the distant street.

"Bad guys get what's coming to them eventually. Let's just wait. When my boss comes looking for me, his life will become a living hell." With that, Sam turned and left as if he'd never been there. Torven sped out of there, not easing up on the gas until that voice finally faded from his ears. Only then did he slow down. Wyatt had definitely killed her, so why had he heard her voice just now? Torven had no clue what was going on. He suddenly pulled over and yanked the cloth out of Damian's mouth. "Did Wyatt actually kill her or not?" Damian froze. "You know she's dead. It was trending online for two days."