Sir Pentious Death Novels & Stories

“It will be done.” The room went silent again. No one looked at each other. No one spoke another word. Plans like this were not spoken lightly. They were signed in silence, sealed with blood. But inside, they all felt the same chill, the past was catching up with them and they need to act fast! Geogina leaned forward, whispering, almost enjoying it. “How poetic. The last Yarwood dies, and the world forgets that name forever.” Douglas stood slowly. He grew a glance at everyone. “Then it’s decided. Penelope Yarwood dies.”

"Dad, do you also think Sir Hill and Sir Miller died because of Olivia?" Sir Sanchez slowly opened his eyes and said, "I don't know. All I know is that things have been unsettled lately. There will be more murders, so you must be on high alert these days." Dayton nodded and said, "I knew." After thinking for a moment, unwillingly, he said, "Could it be that this murderer is really a ghost of intermediate particles causing mischief?" Sir Sanchez said, "We would soon know the answer." The Brown Manor. Lady Brown lay in bed, lying on her side, chatting with Sir Brown, “Did you kill the Sir Miller and Sir Hill?"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“Then you walked into my life and proved me wrong.” Before I could answer, Pestilence loudly cleared his throat. “If you two are done making the rest of us sick with all that romance…” War snorted into his beer. “…we’ve actually got something important.” Death sighed dramatically. “Can’t I have five minutes with my girlfriend?” “No,” Famine replied flatly. “You already had all night.” The entire clubhouse erupted into laughter. I buried my face against Death’s shoulder, groaning while he chuckled. “Traitors,” he muttered at his brothers.

Ella collected it and thanked him. "My Lord, when would you see the trespasser?" Cyprus asked the Death lord who was deep in his thought. "My Lord!" Cyprus called again, finally getting the Death lord attention. "What did you say?" The Death lord asked. Cyprus was taken aback, the Death lord has never be lost in thoughts before. It seemed to him something was off, first, the Death lord didn't kill someone who crossed paths with him neither did he remove a part of her body and now he was lost in his thoughts?

“What do you mean before you die? Come on, I know there must be something we can do about it.” “No mom, and that is why I shared with you and don’t look at her, I just told her about it today, mom I want you to promise me that you won’t pry further, you will let me live the remaining days the way I wish to, I know you and I know you will not rest until you find a solution to this, trust me there is nothing you can do. If there is anything to be done then, Penelope is the only person who can undo what was done, either way I will die.” “How much long are you left with?”

Aaron wore his robe loosely, half his chest exposed, his eyes gleaming with teasing amusement. Mr. Leedon did not sound amused. “You’re actually still in the mood to joke?” Aaron immediately sensed that something was wrong. He put away his smile and asked calmly, “What happened?” “Nick Paterson is dead. You don’t know?” Aaron paused, as if he had not heard clearly. “What did you say?” Mr. Leedon emphasized each word. “Nick Paterson is dead. Gone. Do you understand now?” It took Aaron a long moment to react.

It’s just for a second, but his gaze sharpens, locking onto mine like he’s placing me somewhere in his memory. Recognition flickers and disappears just as fast. My stomach drops because I know that look. He remembers me from five nights ago. He turns away, focusing on the task before him, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him, watching every movement while wondering how I’m supposed to escape this marriage to him. I watch as the D’amatos set the coffin down and step away, all except Marciano, who is staring down at it as though he's waiting for some miracle. Suddenly, he goes down on one knee, pulls out a pendant from his shirt, and whispers to it with one hand on the coffin. The entire cem

"I'm sorry, Madam. We were unable to save Mr. Peters. He has passed away." The phone slipped from Hannah's hand and hit the floor.

CHAPTER 163 : Smoke To The Heavens Pyra’s POV: For three days I’ve been locked up in the penthouse, deep in thought. Three days since the death of minister Elais and no amount of thinking could bring forth an answer to what he wanted to tell me, the night before his unexpected demise. Was what he wanted to tell me the reason behind his death? Did someone cause his death to hide something from me? No! I shook my head, sure it wouldn’t be close to that. None could betray me and it was a chronic heart attack that killed him, according to the forensic investigators, not that someone was trying to hide something.