Young Pappy Death Novels & Stories

“The police and FDA investigators have been looking into groups like this for months.” My mother covered her mouth. Adrian looked at the waiver as if it had turned into a weapon in his hands. My father lowered the papers. For the first time since he entered the room, he looked old. The monitor gave one long, empty tone. A paramedic checked the clock. “Time of death, 6:27 a.m.” My mother collapsed into sobs. Adrian shut his eyes. My father stood there with the waiver trembling in his hand.

"Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records." I only bothered sending this message to ensure that I had evidence to back myself up. Besides, the hospital had completed its end of the paperwork for Dad's death certificate. Weren't their systems connected internally? How could they claim we owed them money when he was already dead? That made no sense at all.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Patricia corrected her and said that she had chosen to save a dying child. Marcus's voice rose. "At the cost of our baby!" Patricia did not argue. Instead, she said, "She took a chance with her life. The procedure decreased her blood pressure. She nearly didn't wake up." Marcus froze. Nearly didn't wake up. He had been jubilating over the recovery of Lydia. Even as he was thanking some stranger. He yanked a hand down his face, his breathing not regular. “She did allow me to grieve... she did allow me to think it was an accident.”

Master Han Junior said coldly, “Andrew Young, what is your youngest son's virtue, don't you know? Don't talk about you; even I have listened to his deeds. He has the money to court young girls everywhere and is so interested in brainwashing and controlling the minds of young girls that he is happy and proud, especially when he manages to self-harm or even kill himself. Even if I die, I will not provide any treatment for someone like that!” Andrew Young was so angry at this time. He thought in his heart that he had given enough to Master Han Junior and had tolerated his attitude for quite a long time, and he was still allowed to indulge in luxuries, drink toasts of wine and enjoy a fine banqu

The firmness of his words made me look at him again, when I saw his face much more hardened, his eyes revealing sagacity and that arrogance that I knew well, as if he had finally let his poor little thing mask fall and revealed who he really was. — This pipeline is being built in partnership with the federal government, isn't it? — Without waiting for me to answer, he continued speaking: — What do you think the government people will think when they find out that you got a seventeen-year-old girl pregnant in a brothel, where, according to her mother and sister, you raped her?

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

You need to check this out. Mom snapped, her voice laced with fury. "Pat, we're dealing with a major homicide case here. Instead of focusing on solving it, you're playing along with that walking disaster's vanishing act? Where's your professional integrity?" Patrick frowned. "I'm worried about Aubree. She's only 21." The young officer, who had just been lamenting how tragic the victim's death was, suddenly spoke up. "21? The victim's estimated age range is 20 to 22… Could it be—"

I guess they didn't hear about Hoover and his shit, or if they had they didn't understand the long arm of the law and the repercussions. Poppy and his pals' way of doing things died in the mid eighties when I was still a young boy, but not too young to see and learn. Thank fuck I had the good sense to want more. I was never in it for the violence and bullshit that some of these men found so fascinating. I never lived my life through some glorified movie that didn't have an ounce of reality in it.