Scott Pratt Death Novels & Stories

Scott's embarrassment was overshadowed by the urgent need to disable the bomb. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, his body shaking with desperation. He tried to steady his hands, but they trembled uncontrollably. “I still haven’t gotten a girlfriend,” Scott whispered between his tears. “She is supposed to give me an answer tomorrow.” I couldn't even cry or scream, I just shut my eyes and looked into heaven. This is it, I'm coming to you, Lord, although it's early, please welcome me with open arms. Since I’ve suffered enough on earth, I'm definitely not going to hell. Time of death: 25/9/2025

“I hear that Scott took his body away immediately and buried him after confirming his death by a medial doctor,” “Apparently his cranial nerves were cut brutally , left hemisphere of his brain totally messed up, even if he survived it he would remain retard forever!” Darell explained. “How do you know so much?!” “Well I have my ways!” He replied. “How dare he die!” Nimi snarled. “How can he cause so much trouble for me and then die! What an easy way out for him!” He grumbled as he dropped to the chair. “Atleast now I can be sure of my daughter’s safety, maybe it’s a good thing!” Darell said and he nodded slowly.

He had been messing around with the woman who had caused my parents’ deaths for so many years. I did not hesitate to kick his knee, and it hurt so much that he gasped. Damon looked down at Noah, still kneeling on the floor. “Are you so sure about all this, Mr. Pratt? Don’t you feel any remorse?” On the screen of his phone, there was a headline stating that the Pratt Group had been taken over. No one knew what this meant clearer than Noah did. It meant that he was no longer a CEO whom people admired and looked up to.

After Ian finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve. Joy tugged at his sleeve. "Beautiful scenery is meant to be captured with your eyes. Sit down and let’s enjoy it together." Ian's ears turned red again. While waiting for the northern lights, neither of them spoke. Joy stuffed snacks into her mouth while feeling the warmth of the bonfire. Just then, a news article popped up on her phone. [Former business tycoon Leon Scott passed away this morning. His company declared bankruptcy before his death, signaling the end of an era...]

"When I looked at the police report, it said the cause of death had been a bleed out from multiple wounds in Scott's body, and it also said that Win was the only witness to the accident; according to him, he heard the crash but only called ten minutes later because he didn't have his phone with him." "So, are you telling me, Win, let Scott die?" Alex raised his eyebrows. "That's such a wild guess, Type; maybe he really didn't have his phone with him in that moment." "Yes, Mister Alex, but the report indicated explicitly that if the call had been made a few minutes earlier, Scott's life could have been saved. Besides, Win told the police he was convinced someone had stolen his phone, but I lo

"Win was a witness in a car accident that happened outside a club when he was a senior in high school. Only one person died that night, Scott Martin. When I researched his name, I found out Scott and Win attended the same school. I was able to find some reports, and guess what, sir? Scott bullied Win, and not with simple words of threats; the reports said Scott had been expelled at least twice for beating Win." "That bastard deserved to die," Alex said with rage. "But I don't know why you are telling me this, Type. I want some dirt from Win." "Yes, sir, here comes the interesting part." Type continued. "When I looked at the police report, it said the cause of death had been a bleed out from

My voice broke as tears began to fall. … Three months later, the world was stunned by the news—Edward Scott, CEO of Scott Corporation, had tragically died in an accident at Maranigan Peak. Perhaps, for me, it was a kind of release and a new beginning.

"Cause of death Septic shock. Time of death, 4:36 pm." Hearing this, Scott staggered back and fell to the floor. He shook his head. "No, no, no! This can't be possible. Doctor, my son can't be dead. Do something! Resuscitate him. You did that before. Do it again!" "Mr. Brown, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. This must be difficult for you, but we tried our best. I hope you find the strength to bear this unfortunate loss. If you like, I could arrange for you to speak to our psychologist to help you manage the grief. Take heart."

He managed to sing a song so his daughter would hear him for the last time… There when I remembered what the police told me last time about my Dad's death. They said Dad's taxi was allegedly crashed into a large tree. The taxi leaked and include that one of Dad's passengers was smoking that night, resulted in the taxi explosion. It only made me felt worse when I found out that Albus Wesley and Hailey Perelman were Dad's rides. Those two people whom I chose not to help and interfered with. Damn it! They died with my father. It's all my fault, I'm so idiot! Of all things, why did I not notice the plate number? I knew that something like that would happen. But why? Why did I not see a death sha