Speaker Knockerz Death Cause Novels & Stories

“My parents died the day after this substance was brought into the pack, and after the autopsy result was out, we were all told that they died of a heart attack which they never had.'' I licked my lips, this part of my life makes me weak. “Now, the truth about their death is that they were killed with Potassium Chloride, and was named a heart attack.” A loud noise broke out in the hall. Why are they all shocked to hear the story? Wasn't it their plan? “Your Majesty, this is the past and can't be brought up now. Nevertheless, there's no evidence for it.” The Minister of Justice chipped in. This rude jerk!

That got her attention. She stopped toying with the note, gave me a long look them leaned forward and dropped the note on my table. “What about him?” She asked. “He died in an accident,” I said. “At least… that’s what we were told.” Karissa’s eyes didn’t leave my face. “Brake failure,” I continued. “That was the official explanation.” “And you don’t believe it?”

Fred frowned and said in an authoritative manner, "That vile woman, Mabel, must be punished! She is already engaged, yet she is still out there in public, getting involved with other men. How did the Swenson family raise their daughters? "If it weren't for the fact that my son likes her, I'd be tempted to snap her neck!" Jasper furrowed his brow, wanting to retort, but didn't dare to say anything aloud. At that moment, the housekeeper came running over frantically, shouting loudly, "Sir, something terrible has happened! While playing with the blade, Mr. Whitaker accidentally severed his carotid artery. By the time we found him, he had already passed away!" Fred stood up in anger, exclaiming,

I just stared back at Miranda, who kept on raining curses at me as Skyler dragged her out. "I will try to get her to calm down," Skyler said. I didn't reply but Xander nodded. She was devastated, as was I. This revenge didn't seem as sweet as I had imagined. Mr Christian Reynolds' time of death was 6:57 pm on the 27th of December 20**. I sat down, taking some time to digest everything. My hands clenched, things should not happen this way. I wasn't the cause of his death. According to Xander, he was getting significantly weaker these past 4 years.

" Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I was resting backstage after the event when my phone rang. The call came from a number I didn't recognize. Then, Nathan's weathered, hoarse voice came through. "Kimmy, it's me… I saw the news. It's so nice to see you being successful. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I've been diagnosed with an incurable disease, and I only have a few days to live. I just wanted to hear your voice before I die…" If I had heard these words in my previous life, I would have probably started crying by now and been on my way to see him for the very last time.

he said turning to go back to his office. Oh God. I was a dead man; I already saw my name in the newspaper in a headline: "He died of suffocation from having a dumbbell stuck in his throat" Unless... *** "No, Mark, I can't.” Nick said. "My grandmother is hospitalized and Mom said all her grandchildren had to go see her.” explained my coworker.

He seemed to be crying, repeatedly asking, "What happened? He had another week to live, how could he suddenly... suddenly die?" 'My ribs hurt so much. Doctor, you seem to be pressing hard on me. Are you giving me CPR? But... I'm in so much pain... Living hurts... Let me go...' I thought. Beep... Patient Klose Morgan died at 5 AM on June 1st at the age of 28. At the same time, the renowned Ingenuity Medical Research Lab received his body and cryopreserved it.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

"What? That's not possible!" I grabbed my coworker by the arm, disbelief hitting me all at once. "We all checked him yesterday. Every one of us signed off before we ended the shift. How does he just die overnight?" He looked just as pale, swallowing hard before answering. "Looks like a sudden infection. When Dr. Spencer got there, the old man was barely breathing. The funeral home showed up around four in the morning. He's probably already been cremated by now."

Before Mr Ziegler could finish speaking, Kenzie interrupted him, seeming too eager to defend him. "I also saw the record and that was a day before his death. That morning I visited home because I had something to collect and he didn't have any bruises. Those were inflicted after he left home and the autopsy clearly says five bones seem to have been broken before the time of death." She spoke as she pointed at the pictures on the file. "I see where you're going with this but if that's the case, why come to us and not show the police what they have missed?" Mrs. Ziegler asked, Kenzie remained silent for a while after that. She was panting after talking so much.