The Outsiders Deaths Novels & Stories

There, spelled out vertically across the left-hand margin of the piece of yellow notepad paper, is my name: Susan Baker Adam Jackson Raven Arronson Amaranda Cosack Henry Polls Kyle Andrews Ian Bond Lavanna Cox Larry Wilkinson Ida Brown Aaron Belue Nathon Swanson The only crimp in this is Johnny—but he was killed over a month after the first twelve were, so it stands to reason that Johnny’s murder was not intended to be included as part of the original message. That’s why Nick stopped killing after those first twelve; he wanted to leave a clear gap so that it would be clear that Johnny was not part of the message

Alex said, calmly yet cruelly. I spun around. "That's bullshit! We're innocent, too. So why do we have to die?" Alex ignored me and instead urged the crowd to search for Julian. Remembering Dad's instructions, I wanted nothing more than to hide Julian somewhere right now. I didn't know what crime they'd committed that they all had to die for. Alex remained cold and detached, letting me stare and curse at him without reacting at all. "Who's the last one?" "The sister's dead, the father's dead, and the nephew and the sister-in-law are both dead, too. So most likely the brother is here as well."

Kelvin tried to say but Axel fired him three shot on his neck and blood spilled out, his dick slipping out as he fell backward. “No….Mrs Austin screamed at the blood that lashed over her neat body.” Axel pulled the trigger and signaled Alex to get ready. Hey tired the shot right at the Same time. Axel fired three shots to her head and she dropped dead, while Alex fired three shots to his chest and he died on the spot. They turned to the shivering Rita, and for an unknow reason, Axel felt his heart melted as he watched her shiver pain evident in her eyes at the sight of her dead families.

I want him to lead an ordinary life, find a mate who loves and supports him’ His words repeated in Nikolai’s mind, making him tear up. God, what was going to happen to them now? A tragedy had happened. At almost 3 am, one of Hester’s enemies had successfully discovered his hideout and trespassed his home, killing him in cold blood. Of course, his brothers fought back and tried to protect their boss at all costs, but they failed. Hester Roswell was now dead. One of the greatest Britain mob leaders was now dead. While, Amir’s step-siblings and stepmother, were nowhere to be found.

Then, I scrawled three words on the back of the death notification and left it sitting right next to the 'C'. AN EYE FOR AN EYE. I moved to the window, the cold night air rushing in. I looked down at the street where the black SUV was waiting. I knew Jaxson was down there. I knew he was probably looking up at this window, waiting for the "Golden Boy" to die. Fine, I thought, stepping onto the fire escape. Let him wait. He thinks Lukas Moretti is dead. But I’m coming back for his soul!!!!

I echoed. Viktor took a step closer to me, a dark frown tugging at his lips. “What do you mean dead?” I asked, the relief in my chest twisting into dread. “Their bodies were discovered at the edge of the creek northwest from here,” Officer Hale said. My heart dropped. How could all of them, including the pawn shop attendant, be dead? What was going on? “Each of them had the same mark carved into their skin. A symbol of some kind.” officer Hale explained

He took me in his arms, pressed the muzzle of the gun to my temple. "All of you will rot along with me and her," he yelled at the policemen. He loaded his gun, I closed my eyes, I saw my whole life go through my mind in a matter of seconds. I would die, this time if I would. My tears fell. I could hear Max's desperate cries at not being able to do anything. I heard a loud detonation, I clasped my eyes as much as I could, but I felt that Oliver's arms were leaving me, I opened my eyes and saw Oliver's body collapse, in his head there was a large hole, you could see small pieces of his brain mass on the floor. I turned to look to the sides, the lights of the patrol cars blinded me, I ju

“The ones we thought were dead.” My pulse spikes. I know those faces. Every one of them. Lucas, Brant, Alex, Tyrone, Hayden, Blaine and the twins, Finn and Hale. My enforcers. My brothers in arms. The ones who didn’t make it out. They’re standing in a loose huddle by the stream, eyes glassy, bodies swaying like they’re half asleep on their feet. “Their bodies were…” Leo starts, but the words die in his throat. Because they’re here, alive.

David held Emma tightly, her frail body trembling as they both knelt on the cold, sterile floor. The air was thick with grief and her sobs echoed through the room, piercing the heavy silence like a blade. Avery remained where she had collapsed, hands shaking as she tried to process what had just happened. She had never seen anyone die before, never witnessed life slipping away in such a raw, unforgiving way. It was weighing down on her and crushing her spirit. All she could feel was an overwhelming wave of sorrow. Emma’s quiet cries filled the space, and the heavy burden of David’s grief was evident. Her heart ached for the man who had just lost his father—and for the woman who had lost her

Martha and I kept a straight face because we knew this first already. They were both rogues, though. But they were killed by Xavier, the black death. The thought of Xavier the black death hurting my pack, friends, and especially David just by thinking I want to rip his head off. David Pov He took a deep breath. "Randy Henchlor and Robert Frel, were murdered last night." The whole class gasps. Some even cried. Aw, they didn't. Xavier, the black death killed them for good reasons. I feel a bit left out, but that's just me.