Novel & Cerita Benimaru Death

It was almost comforting, in a way. "How on earth am I still alive?" I whispered, my mind racing with dark images of some mysterious ritual. Maybe it was just the disorientation, but time seemed to freeze in the room with Gray. "Hey, is Bellamy—" "Bellamy is gone. The body was cremated last night, and the ashes were laid to rest," Nereus said, his voice steady. Tears of relief spilled down my cheeks. Bellamy had been a nightmare. I could handle Gray, Jonah, and maybe even Hugo, but Bellamy was a whole different level of awful. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

In the instant he jumped, Marcus thought that it would be best if he could somehow get to the alternate universe where Risa never existed. It would be best if he met Amanita first. Unfortunately, there was no such thing in life. He had lost it all. Before Marcus died, he removed the bomb from his body. Thus, he was the only fatality from his jump. No one else was hurt. Amanita and Samuel got married successfully, and Dennis ended up arranging for Marcus’s funeral. “Marcus, I hated you when you were alive.” Standing before Marcus’s grave, Dennis took out a bottle of wine and poured a glass to place before the gravestone. Dennis drank the rest of the bottle.

A bomb inside my chest. I dropped the phone. Just like that. Let it fall. Behind me, I heard Jeremy whisper my name. “Zenya?” I stayed still for a long time, just staring at the wall like if I focused hard enough, I could force reality to shift. Like I could make it untrue. That call. That voice. Those words. He is dead. Benito. The only one left in this world who looked at me and saw something good. Even when I didn’t. Especially when I didn’t. My brother. My last blood. Gone.

The Tokyo Commissioner almost rolled his eyes, as he certainly was lying, and Yoshitaka himself had told him to do it. Still, he pretended to sigh somberly and said, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Mitsui, but your brother is truly dead. It appears that many yakuza members and hitmen stormed Tokyo Dome tonight to kill Tanya Sweet for the bounty on her head, and your brother was unfortunately caught in between." Yoshiyasu listened, his hand clenching over his chest as his heart beat twice as fast from excitement, and not misery. Still, the show must go on.

“Mom, I think Aunty Joan is right. We’d better wait here!” After thinking about it, Ben sat down and said, “Worst comes to worst, we’ll all die together! If they were killed by the enemy, we won’t be spared anyway!” “Ugh! Why am I so unlucky? I’ve just become a martial artist, hoping to live a longer life. I didn’t expect to die this soon at all! Why is my life so unfortunate, so bitter!”

Maps on the walls, reports stacked neatly on a plain desk. Nothing personal except a single picture frame turned face down. "Your friend?" I asked gently, gesturing to the frame. Marcus picked it up, fingers tracing the edge. "Ben. We grew up together. Became Beta together. He was—" His voice cracked. "He was good. Kind. Patient with young wolves. And that girl burned him alive." "She did not mean to. That does not erase your loss, but it matters." "Does it? He is still dead." Marcus set the frame down carefully. "Tell me why I should let her live.

I never thought things would end like this, and it'd end up killing him…" When Dad was escorted out of the interrogation room, Mom finally arrived in a hurry. She strode over and asked anxiously, "Officer, what happened to my husband?" The officer looked at her gravely. "We discovered that your son, Callum Jones, has been deceased for over a week. The cause of death was a pulmonary embolism resulting from a traffic accident. "In addition, he was subjected to illegal AI human modification procedures." "What?" Mom looked like she had been struck by lightning. She whipped around and turned to Dad, her eyes filled with pure shock and disbelief. "Callum is dead? But how? How the hell is that poss

*Bam* Once the hammer descended on its target and ended his life, Abe quickly moved away.