Tangled Flynn Dies Novels & Stories

For the first time in years, the world felt still and peaceful. Madison, who was dressed in a sharp red suit, came over with a glass of red wine and sat down beside me. She glanced toward Nina and chuckled softly. "She recovered well. Looks like that woman's heart was good for something after all." I smiled faintly but didn't respond. Eloise's name had long since been erased from my memory. "Drake, it's all over now," Madison said, turning to me with a serious expression. "Flynn is dead. Nina is safe. What are your plans for the future?"

Blaine said as he pointed at three chairs on his left. "Why did you summon us here, Mr. Tamworth?" the old man in the lead asked blandly. He acted as if he hadn't seen the corpse on the floor. "To tell you the truth, Flynn died at the hands of a young man called Ballard just half an hour earlier. If we don't avenge him, I'm afraid we'll become a public laughingstock! "However, if someone else dies, it will be extremely detrimental to our family. That is why I specially invited all three of you to discuss this matter. Please help me out!"

Who'd written me a letter this morning that I'd burned this afternoon. Gone now. No more letters. No more anything. "Thank you for telling me," I said. "I thought you should hear it from me rather than the news." She hung up. Marcus came from the kitchen. Saw my face again. A different something this time. "Flynn died," I said. He went very still. "When?" "This afternoon. Prison altercation." Marcus pulled a chair close. Sat beside me. Said nothing for a moment. "How do you feel?" he asked finally.

Flynn followed right at his heels, his mind whirling with unasked questions. Day had bled into night. The wind howled and trees rustled outside. He sat alone at a table in a restaurant fingering the necklace he had unclipped from Clarissa’s neck after injecting her with the Fentanyl. He remembered her convulsing violently as her body tried to fight the drug. He had wanted to inject her with more. That way he would’ve fulfilled his Pa’s wish and be out of this town for good. But he enjoyed toying with her too much to give her such an easy and painless death. She would’ve died that night anyway hadn’t Flynn rushed to the refrigerating unit and found her.

“It didn’t.” Lily’s hands trembled. “You said my father made mistakes. What kind?” Her stepmother’s gaze softened, almost fond. “He trusted the wrong people. Just like you are now.” Alex stood abruptly, the movement sharp. “We’re done here.” But the woman’s voice cut through the air, cold and perfect: “He died because he found out what I was doing with Knight Industries.” Lily’s breath caught. The world tilted for a second — the words hitting like a blade.

“We did what we had to do. We inflated some numbers to get investor interest. I told myself it wasn’t illegal, just smart marketing. But we took it too far. The SEC came close to investigating. Eli bailed. I bought him out and buried the story.” “And now it’s unburied.” He nodded. “I made a deal back then. Paid someone off to keep it quiet. But the woman you met Vanessa was there. She helped clean it up. Now she wants power back.” “Why?” “Because she doesn’t like to lose.” “And what am I in this?” I asked quietly. “Collateral? Distraction?” “You’re the only thing keeping me from burning everything down.” He stepped closer. “You make me want to be better, Lana. You make me believe there’s som

“The father of lady Cynthia. The one who killed herself after Delta Donovan rejected her for a maid?" Gina slowly issued me an affirmative nod. “Wow, you seem to have a vivid memory. But yes... So Uncle Flynn killed my family that fateful day while I was out with my mate at the lake.” I twitched my lips, imagining how painful and dreadful that day must have been for them. “I am so sorry," I mumbled, giving Gina's hand a soft squeeze. “No, you don't have to be sorry. Most times when I think of it, I know I got lucky because I shouldn't be here today. With the method he used in killing them, I should have died because I'm a lover of food and all things sweet."

"I think they killed the owner of the house, but Flynn... Nothing happened to him but a beating. That's bizarre, Tas. It seems that they were sent to kill a specific person. That doesn't make sense. I looked away, finding Flynn's eyes that rolled in their orbits and returned softly to their normal position. He was cold, and his mouth was bleeding, but unlike Diana, he was alive. Lany hadn't killed him, but that would leave him at risk... If Flynn had seen his face, he could hand it over to the police, and I didn't know how long it would take until Lany ended up reporting his mastermind. "Let's call the police and let them do their job," said Gildeon, untolding Flynn's arm from his shoulder a

"Is he okay?" Kylian's face grew serious, and he hesitated before answering. "Eden, Flinn is dead. He was killed along with Diana." Eden's eyes widened in shock. She had never expected things to end like this. A part of her was relieved that Diana was finally gone, but the news of Flinn's death hit her hard. She felt a lump form in her throat as she fought back tears. He didn't deserve his death how was she going to face Naim they only came here to help her.

“You did this. You sick psycho. You—” Flynn grabs me from behind, locking his arms around my waist. “Kaya, don’t.” “Let me go!” I try to twist out of his grip, but he holds firm. “Flynn, let me go, she burned my car.” Riley smirks. “Aw, the little coder is throwing a tantrum.” My blood spikes. I jerk harder, but Flynn pulls me back until my feet lose grounding. “Don’t bother with them,” he murmurs, low enough that only I can hear. “People like Tom and Riley come to their end on their own. You don’t need to get dragged into their mess.”