Romans & histoires Amy Rose Death

I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a war my brain was losing. "Who is he?" I though aloud. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, I did the most logical thing and called my brother. He answered on the fourth ring. "Hey Felix" there was a moments pause. "What's wrong, Rosie? I know something's wrong." I sighed,maybe I shouldn't have called. "Maybe I'm just calling to say hi, check up on you and everyone else. Nothing has to be wrong, Felix." " Maybe, but something is wrong, so what's wrong?" There's no getting out of this one.

Aunt Rosy always blamed me for a death. "She's not!" Granny defended again. I could feel the tears threatening to fall. I felt a hand on my thigh and it was kind of soothing. I knew it was Ace. "Yes, she is!" Aunt Rosy yelled. "She was always a spoiled little brat!" she continued. "Rose died because of her! If it wasn't for her, she would be alive by now!" she continued and now I couldn't tolerate it. I pushed my chair back and stood up.

"No matter how terrible I am, I would never harm your mother, Rosie." "Is that so?" Rosalyn sneered, her eyes filled with sharp hatred. "Swear to me that you had nothing to do with her death." Zayne felt weak all over, his fingers trembling as he finally let go of the car door in defeat. "Yes… She died because of me…" he said in a low voice. He didn't kill her, yet she died because of him. Rosalyn's chest heaved as she slammed the car door. "Let's go, Yorick," she said coldly.

While the waiter was making it, I looked up to see a police announcement on the television. The host was talking about a woman whose body had been found in an alley early in the morning. The woman died of an overdose. Then there was the image of the police carrying the woman's body in a bag, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the woman's pink hair showing. Police released the dead woman's personal information on the name Amy, occupation unknown. Amy was Rose. I nearly dropped my glass. Amy is dead. Did Mia kill her? No, it can't be Mia. According to police, Rose died of a drug overdose. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I try to find reasons to comfort myself. I didn't even finish my Mart

Lucas spoke through clenched teeth. " Lucas.. It's me. Rosie " She tried to touch his hand but he stepped back. " Rosie is dead! " He roared. Both Anastasia and Rosie flinched. " You saw her dead body. Didn't you? " He pointed at Daniel. " You both even attended her funeral " Daniel nodded. He was not sure what was happening. " Lucas.. I am not dead " Rosie whispered through her tears. She raised her hand to wipe them. " I am not dead, you idiots! "

Ares hesitated for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “You haven’t heard? Rosalie’s grandmother passed away a day ago.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart sank, and I felt the air leave my lungs. “W..what Grams is dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, she died peacefully in her sleep,” Ares replied, his tone softening slightly. “And you’d have known this if you bothered to answer your damn phone.” Peacefully? If only he knew. And my mind immediately goes to Natalia.

Rose looked happy. Liezel had wondered what could have really happened between Rose and Sinclair. Did he really love her? Did she really die from a tragic death? What was Sinclair like way back then? She tried to look for more answers and wanted to dig into Sinclair’s past love life, but she only found one old article online that told about Rose’s tragic death from a drug overdose. And there was no mention of Sinclair or his family in the entire article, except for the one-time mention of the word ex-boyfriend.

"Now that the new drug has succeeded, everyone in the medical field is praising Prof. Stenson as a genius. But none of them know that this medicine could've saved you long ago. He just chose to let you die, because…" She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Because you're worth more alive than dead. Chloe, do you know why he's been visiting you less these past six months? It's because he's already gathered enough data from you—you've almost outlived your usefulness. So now… you can die." My chest heaved violently as the air caught in my throat. Each breath burned, each second harder than the last. The monitor beside me erupted into a shrill alarm, the red lights flashing in sync with my pa

“Is she dead?” Rosey asked. Adrian looked guilty. “I really don’t know if she’s dead or not. But what I do know ” he paused, his voice unsteady, “ I clearly saw Dante run her over. I don’t think she survived.” Rosey sighed. He was in Rosey’s room. She had started staying at Ashford’s mansion with Mrs. Ashford. Rosey looked at him and said, “Don’t feel guilty. After all, her husband did this to her. You only gave him her whereabouts and when she would leave work nothing much.”

Over in the room on the second floor, Jonathan had already let go of Rose's shoulder. Under the cover of darkness, his sharp gaze was fixed on her. Based on the information Zac gave him last night, Celeste died in a traffic accident ten years ago. It was classified as an accident. Jonathan wondered if there had been another reason behind Celeste's death. Did Rose come to see him to find out more about her mother's death? Was it not for Nixon's sake? The long silence made Rose anxious.