Benimaru Death Novels & Stories

It had long reached the state where both sides were fighting each other to death. Simultaneously, in the deck of a large ship. A white-haired man in a samurai uniform, two swords hanging from his waist, and clogs on his feet, stood at the bow of the ship. He was staring at the battle on the opposite deck with unblinking eyes. His eyes were tracing the movement of a man on the deck. That man was none other than Ash. “Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.”

"What happened, Madame Ais? Maru asked when he was forced to awake from his slumber. "The target has been eliminated, Maru." Madame Ais replied. "Is he dead?" Maru asked in horror when he saw the grotesque figure of the ugly looking man. He couldn't believe that this strong guy who had oppressed him from the start would have a terrible ending like this. Blood was everywhere and his chest appeared to have been ripped apart completely. Maru could feel a lump come up his throat. He knew what would come next. "Affirmative, Maru." Madame Ais responded dispassionately.

"Carmen. What's this about?" Carmen cleared her throat. "I've been meaning to ask, I haven't been seeing Marco anywhere. Did he go on a private assignment?" Mason shook his head. "It seems you didn't hear. Marco is dead." Carmen's jaw dropped. "What?" Mason nodded. "He's dead. He was a snitch, so we killed him off. That's what we do to betrayals." Carmen blinked, completely shocked by the news. "So...so what's next?"

Two of the spears Chôbei clutched and broke short off; but at last he was struck by a mortal blow under the ribs, and died a brave man by the hands of cowards. That evening Tôken Gombei, who, to the astonishment of Chôbei's wife, had bought a burying-tub, came, with seven other apprentices, to fetch the Father of the Otokodate from Jiurozayémon's house; and when the retainers saw them, they mocked at them, and said- “What have you come to fetch your drunken master home in a litter?” “Nay,” answered Gombei, “but we have brought a coffin for his dead body, as he bade us.”

"Yes, and I'll come by every day with a new letter until I get to leave with the cauldron." Ellen could not help the tears that welled up in her eyes. "Okay. I wish you all the best." Wilbur wandered around for a bit after leaving the museum, before checking into a nearby hotel. Just as he had set his bags down, his phone rang with a call from Beverly. "Hello, Beverly? Is anything the matter?" "I'm afraid so, Deacon Penn. Jiro from Cherrytopia was killed last night. The murder was a swift one, killing him in one hit. The investigation shows that Jiro had not made any enemies before his death, and you were the last person he met with. So…"

rising his bow in response confused what really Yamaga is really referring to. “About the case of Watanabe Takeshi how it ended rather than how it was supposed to end” now placing his own up under the coffee maker as he hands one which is filled to Ren. Taking it from him Ren pokes his tongue over the side of his cheek nodding his head in response. “A little you could say? As I wanted behind the bar what he really did after just like his father its sad that everything was burned down in that house not to forget his body was -” Yamaga breaths out

Everyone thought he died due to heart failure, but he was killed, and his uncle took the wealth along aside with every assets they had "This man is dangerous, Mario I think it's best to bury this"Emiliano said softly he greatly understood what Mario was going through however he didn't like the idea of Mario involving himself in matters that would raise drug dealers and other dangerous people "I don't care and that damn bastard is lucky because when I just found him, he died a few weeks ago"Mario said in frustration which surprised Emiliano and Angelo

I murmured, my thumb grazing her knuckle once before I forced myself to step back. Raine’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as she turned back to the engine. “Pass me the rag. This carburetor is giving me trouble.” We worked side by side for nearly an hour, our occasional banter lighting the garage. She was still telling me something when the garage door banged open. Isla stormed in, her face growing paler as she advanced. “Marcus is dead,” Isla announced, wiping sweat from her brow even though the morning air was cool. “The second lieutenant who was considering flipping on Dad. He was gunned down execution-style outside his haunt. One of our guys found him.

"We found something. Kaito's testimony claimed he met Marcus at a Tokyo restaurant on March 3rd. But we have Marcus's credit card receipts and cell phone records. He was in Seattle that day, meeting with our office." "So he's lying." "Definitively. We're recalling him tomorrow. This should discredit his entire testimony." But before they could recall Kaito, news broke: he'd been found dead in his apartment. Apparent suicide. "Coincidental timing," Morrison said grimly when he called. "Very coincidental." "Kenji had him killed." "We can't prove that. But yes, probably." The death cast a shadow over the trial. Was Kaito killed to prevent recanting? Or to make him a martyr for the defense?

DEATHS ╔═══════════════╗ ♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ