Scott Pratt Death Novels & Stories

They both crashed heavily to the ground. Caught off guard, the urn hit the pavement, and some of its contents spilled out. When I looked closer, I realized it wasn't ashes. It was just sand. Monique laughed breathlessly and let go of Ms. Kinsley. "What do you have to say now? Where is Scott, really?" Ms. Kinsley picked up the empty urn, her face expressionless. "Scott is dead. You tortured him when he was alive. I won't let you off easy now that he's gone.

“Today we report the shocking death of prominent businessman Shawn McCart. Authorities confirmed early this morning that Mr. McCart was found dead in his private office.” Images of police cars and flashing lights filled the screen. “His son, Tyler McCart, has announced that he will assume control of the McCart family holdings effective immediately.” The camera cut to a clip of Tyler standing before reporters outside the building. His eyes were red. His jaw clenched tight. “My father built an empire,” Tyler said into the microphones. “And I will continue his legacy.” He paused. “And whoever did this… will pay.” The reporter’s voice returned. “This tragedy comes only one day after another prom

Isla screamed, crying, as she made to crawl to her. Slowly she stopped breathing. "Pass her out to the public" Dante ordered. ************* It has been hours since the chaos had unleashed the news, the internet is on fire. "This is so terrifying… Estelle, Mr Scott's wife was found dead, in her very own pool of blood In front of the SCOTT'S mansion" The reporter said and just then the scene of Estelle's body was on blurry display on the screen. There were soldiers and the FBI already crowding the place.

She was on all fours, one hand extended to his leg and her face up, looking at him. “Let him go,” Ciara pleaded. Her eyes trembled. “He’s dead.” Scott’s vision was momentarily blurry. He could only see red as blood and burning hot all over his body. But when he saw Ciara, helpless beneath him, the anger slowly receded. Scott turned his head to look at Crane. His hairless head was now swollen and purple. He was no longer breathing. Scott withdrew his hands, and the lifeless body slumped along the bars before hitting the floor. His eyes were still wide and red streaks stained the whites of them.