How Did Escanor Die の小説・ストーリー

I said pointedly "And it wasn't necessary to get into another scandal" he retorted sharply and raised his phone. "What's this again, Sloane?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion. What other scandal was he talking about? I went into the dinning room where he sat and looked into his phone. I let out a gasp when I saw it's content. It hadn't been up to two hours since I left the mortuary and a long article had already been posted. Apparently, a picture of me with the vampire guy was uploaded and an article which said I was on to my next boyfriend was written right under the picture. I face palmed in distress. This is exactly what I avoided earlier.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.

My name began to appear in the public eye, and the rumors and scandals from before were soon gone. Occasionally, she would lock herself in her room for a long time, repeatedly playing the song on the score that I had given her. She began suffering from insomnia as well as auditory and visual hallucinations, her mental health deteriorating by the day. In the end, she lay in the bathtub, blood flowing from her wrist. She chose to end her life the same way I had tried to end mine. After her death, her organs were all donated. Even if I didn't want Elena's grave beside mine, she was still buried next to me in the end.

His jaw went rigid, and I felt the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat shift, growing faster and sharper. “Elias Vance?” he repeated, his voice low. “That is impossible. He died twenty years ago in the facility explosion that took your parents.” The Observer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he read through the same file. “According to official records, yes. He was the head researcher at the old testing station. The blast was ruled an accident caused by unstable energy flow. All personnel on site were listed as deceased.”

He covered me with a blanket, kissed my forehead, and pulled out his phone. “Marco is safe,” he said, his voice muffled as he spoke to his men. “We got him out. Take Elias to the compound. He's going to disappear.” He hung up and walked back to me. He knelt in front of the sofa, taking my hands in his. “It's over,” he said softly. “The Scorpions are gone. Elias is gone. We are safe.” I looked at him, at the blood on his face, at the exhaustion in his eyes.

“It’s just a pesticide. I heard it doesn’t kill immediately but rots the insides slowly, making one wish for death. How does it feel, Dad?” His eyes widened in disbelief. Then, he collapsed to the ground, convulsing as his features twisted in agony. He raised his finger, trembling as he pointed at me, his voice barely audible. “You... won’t escape! You’ll die in a few days, too.” I slowly crouched down, leaning close to his ear with a bloodthirsty smile. “But I never planned to escape.” I want them all to die with me. I watched as my dad’s eyes filled with fear.

I could not believe he brought her over when he supposedly came to apologize to me. The fight got difficult quickly, as Alpha Lone wolves showed up. Their leader was strong and wiped through most of our pack easily. The next second, he locked eyes with me and dashed over. Instinct told me I could not fight him. Dread filled me as I realized I would definitely die. I unconsciously looked to Mason and found he was dashing towards me. Before I could feel relieved, I heard someone scream.

I sat up, sliding the green icon and putting her on immediately. "What's going on?" I asked, running a lazy hand through my hair. "I'm sorry Ma'am, I just had to call this early. It's Scout." She answered abruptly. "Why would you call me about Scout early this morning?" I groaned. She hesitated for a while. "He's.. he's dead." That sounded like a loud rising bell to me and it made me awake instantly. "What do you mean he's dead?" "He was killed." She replied. "Mr Roman Argentero killed him."

"Sir Cranos is dead?" "Hasn't he been fine? How did that—" A few seconds later, the elders returned to their senses in waves of shock and confusion. Whew! Yarl strode forward with an expression of great grief. He said slowly, "Uncle's dead, everyone. His internal energy had been incredibly disrupted from holding down the poison for His Excellency. He had to do it again before we set up camp and accidentally came into contact with some of the poison. It was already too late when I discovered him—

This was final. “He didn’t leave a note,” Alpha Harris whispered. “Just this—” he pulled the paper free from Blaine’s hand, smoothing it out. His brow furrowed. “It’s a bill. From the Scorpion Men.” I picked it up gently. My eyes scanned the page. “They sent him an invoice… for Hazel’s death.” I looked up, cold washing over me. He thought they succeeded. He thought Eloise was dead. “Eloise couldn't survive it” I managed to say, struggling to rise. “She lost her life as well.”