Sir Pentious Death Novels & Stories

"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

The King added. "I never repeat myself." Sir Pantelis said in a bored tone, before walking away. You know when your mother passed away, Sir Pantelis told that tragedy would hit the kingdom." The King said thoughtfully to his son. "I have no doubt in my mind that he might be telling falsehood." - The whole evening Prince Alexius felt uneasy. He looked around for Sir Pantelis but he was no where to be found.

“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.

The Temptress might have lost the battle, but she was winning the war of attrition through paranoia. The next morning, before the hearing, something shocking happened. One of the senior priests, the most vocal opponent of Siron, was found dead in his room. He had a happy smile on his face, and a purple heart symbol was carved into his forehead. The Temptress had killed for the first time. Beside his body was a message in blood: "This is only the beginning. I will take them one by one until there is nothing left for you to protect, Guardian."

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?

Then I have another sip. He smirks. “Okay.” I say as I put the glass down. “Questions.” “Go for it.” He replies, readying himself by taking his jacket and his waistcoat off, and starting to roll up his shirt sleeves. “Why did you kill Trent?” I ask, tearing my eyes away from the simple action. There’s something about David rolling up his shirt sleeves that always gets to me. His fingers working to roll up the material, revealing muscled arms crisscrossed by thick veins and–

“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?”

"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.