The Night Gwen Stacy Died Book の小説・ストーリー

" She turned away, more repulsed by the idea that Rudolfo had tried to kill her in the middle of the night than she was by the sight of Grayson's assassin with his throat ripped out. She had been Grayson's target. Phil brought the second body to the ground and placed it there. “Bobby!” Gwen exclaimed. He was standing watch at the boundary of the fence. “Yeah? To be honest, he didn't really do a very good job with it. Grayson's guy ambushed him from behind, then snapped his neck and tore out his heart. Gwen hid her mouth with her palm because she was frightened she was going to throw up. After the feeling of sickness had subsided, she declared, "It's my fault that he's dead. It was a mistake

" We simultaneously turned to Zannie and Nica followed. "Stacy's dead." Zannie sighed. "WHAT?!" She exclaimed, shock evident on her face. "She was discovered hanging on the trees behind the dungeons along with the guards. It was after the second attack of the rogues. Not only that," Zannie tapped his fingers, "Bruises littered her entire body and there was clear evidence that she had been strangled but the cause of her death was an abnormal amount of melted silver injected in her." Nica blinked in horror, "She was also raped." Zannie finished after a moment of hesitation.

"An angel? Funny. I always thought people who kill themselves end up as restless ghosts in hell." Gwen's face turned ashen at Greg’s words, her defenses crumbling like a brittle wall struck by a sledgehammer. Her fingers instinctively twisted at the ropes binding her wrists, a nervous habit she couldn’t control. Her voice trembled with barely concealed panic. "H-How could that be? Jane… Jane was such a kind soul. Kind people always go to heaven!" Greg took a step closer, his polished shoes tapping softly against the marble floor, each step deliberate and predatory. He loomed over Gwen, his cold smile widening. "Oh? Kind soul, you say? So kind… that you thought it was okay to steal from her?"

Meanwhile, Aileen disappeared from the Los Angeles social scene, and no one knew where she had gone. Vince and Ulric bought the company and expanded their business. At night, Ulric hugged Gwen, who had just finished her bath, "My dear wife, I've been thinking about something lately." "What?" Gwen rubbed Ulric's cheek, enjoying the smell of his body. "Glenn Miller's death wasn't an accident, was it? " Gwen laughed. "He did drive into the ocean because of a heart attack. But - who knows?" Gwen and Ulric laughed and didn't continue the conversation.

"You… Were you thinking about Luke?" Gwen's tears came rushing out of her once more when she heard Bonnie mention Luke's name. She had been trying hard to hold it in. She knew she should have acted calm by not crying and looking devastated so that Bonnie and Luna would not realize something was wrong. Since Luke had requested everyone to keep the secret from her, she could not possibly let them know she knew the truth. After all, Luke wanted everyone to tell her, when she got better, that he was killed in an ambush during a fight for territory with another gang in Sea City. Hence, in her mind, she should wait for that day to come.

For the first time since I woke up, I heard good news that'd actually be of benefit to me. "Tell me more," I said, leaning against the island as I opened the envelope and assessed its contents. There were photos in there of Gwen and Hank, probably in a nightclub or some dimly lit place with a celebration going on. "After Miss Gwen left this place last night, she was picked up by a black SUV that took her to a nightclub, where they had a celebration together with Hank and a few invited friends. There are photos showing some highlights of the celebration in that envelope." "Confirmed," I replied, looking through the photos. Cruel. Heartless. Cold hearted. They were celebrating my downfall. The

"Is it that everyone dies alone? But I don't wanna be alone Melody POV The night soon end and morning came. It was another Monday morning which means work. After Giovanni dropped me at the front of the motel, he left without a word. When I got to my room, I sat on the ground in one corner of the room and burst into tears. I had no idea that Giovanni was suffering more than I was. I was quick to judge him. I didn't even know how he survived the gunshot and fire that night. I just cared about my pains.

AUTHOR'S POV She stared into space like there was actually something there to look at. When in reality of it, there was nothing. She's been blanking out more since the day she saw Charles bring her into the house. She did not think she would ever see Gwen again. There was no way she'd be able to live with herself without telling Charles what happened. She'd planned it all these years but she could not come up with anything to do since she was scared. She should have done it immediately what happened in the house then. Since she saw it happen.

"Lie down! You're bleeding a lot." "Gwen, take the knife behind my belt. These bastards have bombs on them and they'll be remotely activated any second! Cut the green wires, but don't touch any others. Do it now or we'll all blow up!" Gwen immediately realized that Steve wouldn't be wrong on something this serious. She reached down and pulled the knife from Steve's belt and raced to the first body. She overcame her feelings of disgust for the dead man. His eyes were open, but two holes in his forehead leaked blood. She pulled the zipper down on his coveralls and quickly found the green wire and severed it. Then she sped to the next body and repeated her actions. It took her less than a minut

Gwen laughed and motioned toward a pale Ray. “B- But how- how?” I stammered, feeling defeated. Gwen rolled her / his eyes at me, “I am not fucking going to give you another bed time story. Enough, release me or I am going to have to fucking kill you too and believe me I am tempted. Specially after you made me drink that shitty water.” I tried to gather myself by tightening my hold on him, “I am not- I am not letting you leave just like that!”