A Death In Tokyo Novels & Stories

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 "I can't believe she's dead. She confronted me not too long ago. How is she dead right now? What is going on?" Hazel said, a worried look on her face. Across the room where she was standing with Yuka, Lhyle and Kai, lay the corpse of princess Tanya. She was wearing a white dress, her black hair was let loose and there was no makeup on her pale face. She looked like she was merely asleep, but every other person in the room knew that she was no longer breathing.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

I gave up on the one person I cherished most in exchange for his chance to live. After the surgery, I returned to the tiny basement that held every memory of us. I sat there in silence while waiting for death to come for me once again. I never thought I would see Roman again.

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

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

I know what will happen next, I already know. "Name: Watanabe Hikaru." It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Things I have prepared but my mind still can not handle. "Age: 45 years old." The man I am picking up now owns a hostel in Osaka. But behind that hostel covers the sale of paid women, making hentai videos and all sorts of other acts of coercion and threatening murder. "C-Cause Of Death: Accidental Death." I forced myself to finish reading even though I was trembling and could barely cope with the received memories. I took a deep breath before reading the last. "Time of Death: 9:45 am." It was there that the ground finally swallowed th

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.