Ziva David Death Novels & Stories

His father's death had always been his sore point. Back then, his family doctor said his father was in good health and had at least a tie decades to live. However, his father suddenly passed away one day eight years ago, so there was Something wrong with his death. Therefore, Zayn had never stopped investigating for the past eight years, but he had found nothing. "Your father committed suicide!" Barbara looked up at Zayn and told the truth about David's death. Bethany covered her mouth in surprise. Gael's eyes widened in surprise.

He slowly stood up, stepping flawlessly out of the medical bay and into the heavy steel corridor where Silas was standing guard. "King," Silas murmured heavily, looking at the terminal in Lucian's hands. "Darius Thorne just played his final card." "He thinks she is dead," Lucian stated coldly, completely dissecting the catastrophic news feed. "Yes," Silas breathed. "Darius Thorne just publicly announced to the global media that Sovereign Zara Valerius completely succumbed to her psychological break and perished in the Plaza Hotel gas explosion. The FBI just officially closed the manhunt."

Zach said softly, getting up to give her his seat, standing behind her while she looked at the laptop, then gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "What is it?" Krista asked, snuggled up to Zach, his arm around her. "They identified the remains found in that building fire in Manaus," Zach replied quietly. "David was one of them." "Oh, no!" Krista gasped. "Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry," she said, kneeling down to hug her, seeing the silent tears streaming down her cheeks. "I knew it," Susan said, "but seeing it like this, it's...it's..."

“My God… This will destroy Silas.” “Are you going to tell him?” He nodded. “I will. I’ll also handle the funeral arrangements.” With that settled, I went upstairs to our room. Emily was sitting up in bed reading a book. “You look exhausted, Cade. What happened?” “David is dead,” I said as I lay down beside her. “What? How?” I gave her a brief explanation about the fire and the ring. “It’s so sad,” she murmured, pulling me closer. “It is. But don’t you hate him? He kidnapped you.”

“Of course, Young Master Burton.” It was around six that morning when Zivon could be seen sitting in his car as he listened to the radio, a cigarette in hand. Jenna’s death had just been reported, and he had no doubt that the people of the internet were having a field day with the topic. Though his phone began ringing shortly after, he didn’t bother picking up. Instead, he simply remained in his car with the window open and his air conditioner on, his hands ghastly pale in the icy cold… This was his punishment… His punishment for nearly losing the love of his life…!

"Everything. And the whole time you were—" "Roberta." Jace stepped forward. "Let's go outside and—" "Ziva is dead." The room stopped. Jace's face went blank. "What?" "She died tonight." My voice was used up. Jace's sat down on the bed like his legs stopped working. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. Millie's face shifted to concern just a little. Then it went smooth again. "You killed her." I was crying hard now. Big, terrible sobs that ripped out of my chest. "You took her. You let them cut her open. You put my daughter in a cab after a bone marrow transplant! A cab! Jace, and now she's gone."

The realization hit Jeff As he pulled he began to realize the girl was still alive and David may be dead. “Dave!” Jeff shouted as he yanked him off of the girl and to the side. Rolling David away he saw the hole punctures in his neck. Jeff scrambled to see if he could help him. His hands went to the holes to cover them, as he checked for a pulse. There was nothing, no heartbeat. He wasn’t breathing. Dave was dead. “You bitch.” Jeff growled, standing up and marching over the girl .

“Someone,” Tamara remained silent as her heart began to race and she waited for David to clarify. “My ex wife,” David whispered wistfully as he took another sip of his wine. “Yeah, I heard you were married before. But she wasn’t a public figure so no one knows much about her,” Tamara supplied. “What happened to her?” Tamara discreetly clenched her hand as her fingers began to shake. “Dead. Along with every chance I had of becoming a parent,” David scowled as he downed the rest of the wine in his glass.

He was in sweats, barefoot, hair tousled like he’d just woken from a nap. “What the hell are you—” “She’s dead,” I cut in, my voice low and sharp. His entire expression froze. “What?” “Zara,” I hissed. “She’s dead, Levi. She got into a bike accident. They tried everything, but she died this morning. Her body was barely recognizable. And she died because of us.” Levi didn’t say a word. “She died thinking she was being toyed with by you. Again.” “Liam…” He tried to speak, but I held up a hand.

Kazimir urged, parrying a Sentinel’s claw. "There’s a price, Kazimir," David said, looking at the monolith. "I am a part of the Archive now. My consciousness is tethered to the Source-Code. If I broadcast the Null-Signal, I am the first thing the system will delete. I won't just die; I will be erased from the Haven, the Archive, and the memories of the core. Elara... she won't even remember I was here." The twist was a cruel, Philosophical-Quandary. To save his daughter’s soul, David Vance had to commit Total-Erasure. He had to give up his place in the "Afterlife" he had spent his life trying to reach.