Toriel Dead Romane & Geschichten

"Fiona is dead." * * *

I can't help but feel a little anxiety given what happened with Mark at the last show. Standing in the elevator, I inhale deeply as the doors close. Zurielle, Mark is dead. The Spider Backs are gone. Everything is fine. After my self-talk, the doors ding open and I waddle to my office. June rushes towards me and hands me a Live Fashion Show checklist to go through.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

It was a miracle that the street kids ended up in that place. So far, we have no evidence that Tito Joel's wife is an accomplice. Tito Joel couldn't talk because he was still recovering in the hospital. Until now we still have no news about Tito Fernan's wife. Even Dad's is the same. Whatever I dreamed, it was definitely not true. That's why I try to stay calm because I know Joseph will be hurt again. If that is true, where is Don Jose's body? Why are they still not seeing it?

Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor balcony. It was nasty enough to have the whole office buzzing. By dinner time, the police released the names: Julian and Lily. I raised an eyebrow. Nice. Supposed they finally got their 'happily ever after.'

We had done it together, and now we were alone together. There was no turning back. The moment that the car exploded, Tiara McKenzie ceased to exist in the eyes of the world. Sola Fritz, Vera Lavinia, Cameron Bailey, and Elijah Rivero died. Every document I forged, every instruction I left with Mariam, every legal paper disguised under corporate filings was for this moment. I had buried a version of myself. Maybe not permanently, but long enough to finish what I started.

“That space and bite is acceptable.” Elias stiffens beside me. “You're suggesting....” “I'm not suggesting.” I cut in softly and continue. “Kieran Vale is already mated.” But something doesn't fit, Ronan Nightshade is supposed to be dead, the video footage shows him bleeding out on the street. I can still hear the crumbling of bones from him as the truck ran him over. “No one survives that,” I mutter, not even someone as flimsy as him, and yet Fenir, the legendary wolf, rejects Rhea.

“It can’t be.” “He’s dead" kerric said— Kerric slammed a fist onto the council table, silencing them. “Joel is gone. You’ve all let fear cloud your minds. These killings are the work of a rogue loyalist, nothing more.” But even his voice wavered. Elora sat stiffly on her throne, her silver gaze unfocused. The name haunted her dreams. The shadow of a man she couldn’t place, couldn’t name… yet whose presence felt like a missing piece of her soul.

With the last of her breath, Tori turns to face upwards and feeling her consciousness going away, Wayne hooks his hands with hers, hugging her. “Moon Goddess, is this how this story is really going to end? Please…” Black. Tori Garfield passes away, and soon after, Wayne Wright does too.

“He didn’t want to be associated with that department after that. He’s a deputy now.” “You two were always good to me.” Jolene admitted through her own tears. “If we had known, we would have stepped in.” Tori said quietly. “We just never knew. And then when he… he…” “Beat me.” Jolene said with a nod. It was something that she was working on saying without reliving those horrible moments that she remembered. “Attempted to kill me.” “Yes, oh God!” Tori cried even harder, and Parker stepped up and hugged both women.