Sam Witwicky Death Novels & Stories

~nick~ “Tell me exactly what happened,” I demanded, keeping my eyes locked on Slick. He met my stare without flinching. Despite being one of the younger members, there was something about him that was hard to read. “I recognized the van from the security footage,” he began. “I tailed it to see where it was going. After a while, the driver realized I was following him and opened fire.” I motioned for him to continue. “The driver lost control after a few shots. The van swerved off the road and crashed. I called Death over the radio because I wasn’t about to walk into an unknown situation alone.”

Damian sat in the observation room with Vivienne curled against his side, both of them exhausted beyond measure but unwilling to leave until they'd witnessed this final piece of the nightmare properly conclude, when Okafor finally entered, a printed report in her hand and something grim and unsettled behind her professional composure. His prints matched, she said without preamble. Not to Alessandro Conti. Not to Julian Ashford. To a name buried deep enough in an old federal database that it took our system most of the night to surface it properly. She set the report down on the table between them. Marcus Aldridge Whitmore. Born in Connecticut, sixty-three years ago. Reported deceased in a bo

It wasn't until six months later that I found out about his death. Apparently, he had his goons do the same thing to Whitney as they had done to me. Worse yet, they violated her and shared the video across the internet. Whitney had a psychotic episode and hid in Francis's hotel. The story ended with Whitney stabbing Francis to death before jumping off the building herself. I, on the other hand, spent the final year of my life happily. Ivan and I became good friends, and he even promised to look after my parents after my death.

Wilbur had never been a fan of big crowds and decided to leave since he had settled things at the Rindo Mine. Layla called him on his way back. "Hi, Layla. How are things?" Wilbur asked. "Everything's been handled, sir. Moda's military has demolished Fawkes' production facility for the Satan Robot. Oh, and they also found Professor Dickens in a secret lab. He was already dead, though. He died from being shot in the chest by a machine gun." Wilbur nodded. "Very well. All the people behind the Satan Robot are dead, and I've destroyed the blueprints as well. I guess this can all come to an end now."

third voice echoed from side and as I turned my head I was freeze on spot to see my cousin brother in law Sukhwider standing with death struck expression on his face. “Bha...i.. I.” Victoria stammered under her breath while no words came out of my mouth, I just watched as Sukhwider glanced in between me and Victoria before her took small steps towards... I could see Victoria flinched and duck her heard down as Sukhwider walked towards her.... Within just few second he was now standing in front of Victoria “Ama... ra..... is... sh... she.... really.... dead?” Sukhwider questioned Victoria in his timid voice, I could see his eyes wide and blank face...

"Yes. Multiple witnesses confirm Gregory attended Ashford family gatherings. Had access to the house. To you." My stomach turned. "He helped Victor kidnap me." "I can't prove that. But the timeline fits. Gregory was dating your mother. Had access to you. Was Covenant. Two months after he started dating her, you disappeared." "What happened to him?" "Died in 2016. Heart attack. Age fifty-eight. Death certificate lists natural causes." "Do you believe that?" "Honestly? No. Too convenient. Covenant members who become liabilities tend to die of natural causes. My guess? Someone silenced him."

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."

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.