Thragg Kills Debbie Novels & Stories

never had a reason to come back here. But just as Serena lifted the pillow, preparing to cover Debbie’s face, it happened. Debbie shot up to a seated position. Her eyes widened, fixing on Serena with a clarity she hadn’t seen in years. “I know it was you,” Debbie hissed, lifting her trembling finger and pointing at Serena. And then she screamed. Serena’s heart leapt into her throat, and she stumbled back so hard she slammed into the chair behind her. She lost her footing and slipped, falling to the floor with a crash. Her head cracked against the arm of the chair, and pain shot through her.

Cathryn stood her ground, yelling, "You ruined my plans over and over again. Is Debra so important that you ignore your injuries and come to save her?" At some point, Debra had crept to her side. "The game's over," Debra said, a bit breathless. As soon as Cathryn turned around, Debra slammed her to the ground. Cathryn couldn't match Debra's strength. She was easily pinned down. "Is playing with life fun for you? Do you get a thrill from killing? This time, I won't show mercy because of Marion and your connection. Tell me everything you know. Don't try anything stupid," Debra said, knowing this was Cathryn's last desperate struggle.

I gasped, eyes wide. Tracy staggered back almost falling to the ground but was quickly held back by Ann. Slowly, I turned my head to the bastard behind me whose face was a blank expression. He knew what I had seen. He knew what he had done. Thorne, a man I once trusted with my life, had my mother and my wife killed. All while joining me to either mourn them or search for them. “Thorne, you killed my sister?” Tracy asked, voice low. His face morphed into a wicked smile.

"When they told me to get close to him, I did. When they told me to fake a pregnancy, I did. When they told me to lie to you, I did." "And when they told you to help kill my brother?" She hesitated, and I saw the guilt in her eyes. "I didn't know they were going to kill him. I thought they were just going to scare him, make him back off. I didn't know about the crash until after it happened." "But you celebrated with Marcus Thorne that night." Her face went pale. "How do you know about that?" "I know everything." She looked down at her hands, her shoulders shaking. "I didn't have a choice, Debbie. If I refused, they would have killed me too."

The shock of the cold jolted Debbie awake from her stupor. Mrs. Thomas roughly grabbed Debbie by the hair, forcing their gazes to lock. Between clenched teeth, her words seethed, "Debbie, tell me, did you ever spare even a single thought for my grandson’s life, or was it all just a scheme to leverage him for fame and status?" Before Debbie could protest, Mrs. Thomas continued, harshly cutting her off, "Don't bother denying it. I know everything! How I trusted you with Bobby's life, and you... you killed him. You won't escape my wrath..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

This time, their faces were filled with gratitude. "Professor Callahan, thank you. If it weren't for you, our children would've died in the lab explosion. We almost misunderstood you. Thank you so much!" The stark contrast between their current gratitude and their past fury left me momentarily dazed. Meanwhile, Gregory handed all the collected evidence to the police, who then made it public. … The next time I heard about Bertha and Owen, they'd already been burned to death. This time, it was Devin's parents who did it.

Rage, passion and pain all seemed to be cascading through her as she unleashed her emotional turmoil on Jerry’s frail body. “Eighteen years, eighteen fucking years I gave you and this is how you repay me?” Tears fell from Debbie’s eyes as she confronted Jerry, lying bleeding, on the floor. “Who is she? Who’s this SLUT you were fucking in OUR bed? I sure the hell hope she was worth it because you… NOBODY screws with me. I’m gonna take you to the cleaners, buddy!” Jerry reached to grab the countertop and Debbie kicked his arm, producing a crack that sent the bone protruding out of the skin above his wrist and making Jerry tumble back down to the floor.

Friends at the top saw this and were going to come help. "But I was too weak... my grip began to slip and before I knew it, she holding on by finger tips. She begged me not to let go. I tried to use my other hand to get a better grip. My other hand was sweatier and so she slipped. The fall killed her instantly." Ashleigh closed her eyes at the thought. She opened them again and looked at the man beside her. "I'm sorry," she said. Richard looked at her with a small smile, "It's alright." He looked his hands and let out a sigh. He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?"

The three thugs’ target was supposed to be Darcy. However, she was unharmed. The three thugs somehow showed up in Deborah’s room instead. Deborah suspected it had something to do with Kaze. “Duh. There was quite a lot of banging happening at your chalet last night.” Confused, Darcy had no idea what Kaze was talking about. She was too deep in her sleep to notice anything. “So it was you, bastard! You ruined me! I want to kill you!” Deborah shrieked and jumped on Kaze.