Who Killed Romeo Novels & Stories

"What are you saying?" Vincent stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I had to take matters into my own hands. Your parents were too soft, too trusting. They would have led the pack to ruin." Romeo felt a chill run down his spine. "Are you saying you... you killed them?" Vincent's eyes bore into Romeo's, and for a moment, he saw a glint of madness. "They had to be removed. For the good of the pack." Rage boiled up inside Romeo. "You murdered them. Your own brother and his mate. How could you do that?"

Ares replied which made my lips curled up a little, "You aren't better than him." "No?" He furrowed his brows, "who's this guy?" "Michael," I replied. "Who is this? Your boyfriend?" Ares asked, raising his brows to which I shook my head, "he was my best friend." "What happened to him?" Ares asked, curiosity getting the best of him. "My Father killed him" I responded, clenching my fists as the flashes when Noah killed Michael appeared in front of my eyes. _____FLASHBACK_____

He staggered, that was all I needed, I quickly grabbed my gun from the floor and the bullet hit him clean. He dropped with a loud thud on the floor, one by one, the remaining attackers fell under Romeo’s precise strikes. Within minutes… it was over, bodies were littered the floor and blood stained the floor, I exhaled slowly, lowering my gun. “Clear,” Romeo said from behind me. I nodded slightly but then I noticed a slight movement from of the bodies near Romeo twitched. The man lunged up suddenly, a knife glinting in his hand as he aimed straight for Romeo’s back.

No one from Barnacle Bay even flinches "You have a habit of taking things from me, uncle. My territory, my family, my woman. It ends. Right. Now" Oh, so this is about a woman? Damn. In the next breath, my brain processes what is happening. Holy cow. Holy fuck. Holy... I'm freaking out. I'm freaking out. He's killing Romeo. For the life of me, I can't look away. I want to make sure that fucker is dead before I start celebrating. Romeo coughs up blood as the guy twists the knife until finally, his body goes limp. There are a few seconds of silence where I expect the angels to come out singing. It doesn't escape me that the guys who I thought were Romeo's bodyguards did nothing while he was bei

I must. Arya did not argue with Rishabh. He was confident of Rishabh’s intelligence; If he felt that the person who murdered Esha was someone among the ones present in the house – it could be relied upon. Rishabh’s loud voice was laced with irritation, as if a fire inside was fanned by the wind. ‘Doesn’t it bother you at all?’ Arya sprang up to his feet.

For now, her heart feels like a million pins pricking it, using it as a pin cushion and letting her blood seep out of her like a leaking tank. What...is he saying? Soralina breaths shakily, her hands starting to tremble as she staggers backwards, mind getting clouded with different emotions. "But...Mrs Russo died of Pneumonia? Didn't she?" Romeo's voice asks, making Soralina realize that this might be Romeo's first time listening this, and yet he doesn't seem the least bit fazed. Gustav's reply is quick and careless. "No. I killed her. I placed a bomb in her car and exploded it."

I approached him with my request, surprising even myself when he agreed to help me. Together, we devised a plan to bring down Dorian. Roman set him up, creating a façade that made it appear as though Dorian was conspiring with rogues against his own pack. It was the perfect excuse for me to strike. When the time came, I took his life, despite his desperate pleas and the fleeting moment of sympathy I felt.