A Death In Tokyo Novels & Stories

Dymon explained to the police but they just shook their heads. "Mr. Ignacio, you killed PO2 Ivy Lapuz, and now we are looking for Mr. Jose Ignacio and Joel Ignacio, including others close to your wife Agatha's life. To reduce your case Mr. Ignacio , tell us what you know," said the police while holding Dymon's shoulder.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

“Hey hey hey, Jack, did you watch the death broadcast last night? It was too exciting. It was simply too enjoyable! That Death Inquisitor was too awesome. Too cool. Two people were killed by him at the New York City Police Station. Don’t you think it’s awesome? Too awesome!” Jack smiled faintly and said, “All right. You can go back. You can watch it when you go home.” Thompson shook his head and said, “No, no, no. My phone doesn’t have any traffic. What if those people die on the way home? I can’t miss such a wonderful scene of death! I have to watch those people die before I leave!” “Then why don’t you go back to the day shift?” “All right. Then you can go back!” Thompson waved his hand and

I heard Kira's voice, and I blacked out instantly as my head hit the roof of the vehicle. Finally, I managed to find the dead. I just hoped my team had enough time to escape, and I prayed they would never get caught again until death. T.b.c ©2021

Dexter said as he noticed she was breathing heavily as she stared at Tokyo through the glass. Before Dexter could stop her, she walked out of the car and walked angrily toward Tokyo. Dexter got out of the car too. In a flash, Clara pushed Tokyo to the wall roughly and pinned her to it. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at her head. The men in the room pulled out their guns too and pointed them at Clara. Tokyo tried to keep calm as she held Clara’s gaze, but deep down, she was terrified. “Rita is dead, do you know that?” Clara asked with tears clouding her eyes.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

She was starting to get on his nerves. “I don't care, if you want someone to do your dirty job, find someone else. Not him.” She said and turned towards her motorcycle. “You know, we had one.” Alex said and she paused and then turned to him. “We had one but she died.” He added and dropped the rolled up weed with him, he stepped on it and put his hands in his pants pocket and walked towards her. “She died. Her name was Tokyo. Do you want to know how she died?” He asked and stopped when he was inches apart from her.

He answered it immediately since he knew it was urgent. Evie was curious and she watched as her father answered the phone, but her good hearing made her able to listen to the caller’s words clearly. “President Hunt, there has been an accident near Narita Airport today. It’s a car designated to CEO Kazehaya of Homura International. Just now, it’s confirmed that he and his wife died in the explosion of the vehicle…”

He shot up, but in his panic, he touched a necklace on the floor. That was the Love That Ruined Me necklace. I had yanked it off with the last bit of my strength before I died. There was only one such necklace in the world. Mark had bought it for me as a token of love during an auction. He fell back and crashed into the wall. Then, he saw the gashes that were stained with my blood and bits of my flesh. But soon, Mark forced himself to calm down. He glared at Jacob and the butler.

… I had been pacing in boredom outside the operating room when suddenly I felt my body being disturbed. A second later, I was back at the estate, in the bedroom where I had died. A blood-curdling scream tore through the house. Willow Trump, the housekeeper, stumbled down the stairs, nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed Jake's arm in a panic. "Ms. Bartlett! S-she—she's dead!" Jake's expression changed. Shoving Willow aside, he bolted up the stairs. By now, my body had begun to decompose. The stench of rot filled the air, and Jake instinctively covered his nose, his face twisting in disgust.