All Might Dies Novels & Stories

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"

Juliet tells Allan, still crying. “You defended yourself,” Allan tells her. “I am proud of you. This will teach everyone you are not to be messed with.” Allan looks smug and smirks at his men. “What should we do with the body?” Someone asks. “Throw it over the border to feed the wolves,” Allan spits on Laylon. “I don’t think they eat dead people, Daddy,” Juliet tells him. “Of course, they do. They are beasts and beasts have no sense of dignity,” Allan pulls her away.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

When I received the news, I could not help but chuckle bitterly. There was a time when I had imagined a future with her, but she had changed halfway through our journey. Those who betray true feelings do not deserve forgiveness. On our wedding day, Emily and I were married with the blessings of our families and friends. Our companies merged, and I led my team to secure another multi-million-dollar contract. With Emily and the Holt family's support, my company thrived, and I became a rising star in the city, frequently appearing on TV. Perhaps my success was too much for Susan to bear. She finally succeeded in taking her own life in prison. I only learned about it after her death when her par

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

Like his son, he convulsed in pain like his head was going to explode. Kayson left the mansion and called Michael. “Patrick and Hector Allen, as well as a so-called Master Jo, are dead. Can you take care of it?” Michael seemed to be doused in extreme shock as Kayson failed to receive any response as half a minute lapsed. “Mr. Whitman?” he repeated with furrowed brows. It was only then Michael replied hastily, “Yes! Of course! “But Mr. Yarde, the head of the Allens, Tuckson, might go berserk due to Patrick’s death…”

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

“No way! I'm still a virgin waiting on my special someone.” I chuckled at how cute she was. It was pretty wild for someone as attractive as her to be a virgin. “I can pop your cherry if you'd like.” I winked and Daya cheeks turned a brighter shade of red and she stared back at her feet while scratching the side of her neck nervously. “So whose kids are they?” I asked while walking towards the table. “Umm.. one of the maid's that was killed years ago. She was allowed to give birth to her babies before she was killed.” Daya said in a low tone.

The man, whom I had hired, was saying through the speaker of the phone. My blood ran cold, and I knew I should either confront Allie to find out what was going on or find a way to save Zira. I might not like the girl, but I never thought about killing her. Sucking in a quiet breath, I listened to the conversation, while I also hoped Allie didn’t realize I was listening to her conversation. “I don’t care how she died, as long as she is dead. Once she is dead, I can finally leave this shitty place and be done with these idiots that I have been putting up with.” Allie's tone was laced with annoyance.