Romans & histoires Danmachi Wiene Death

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

Jennifer nodded her head Damien said "then, I'm giving you a golden opportunity show your anger and rage on this bitch infront of you, kill her in every you wants but remember onething show this death as a suicide not like a murder" Jennifer nodded her head and said "sure bro don't worry, I will show this bitch the worst death oops I'm sorry, I mean the worst suicide" Damien smiled with a smirk, Jennifer took blade and said "now I will show kinds of suicides"

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

"He's going to fuck her every day and every night like the slut she is, and they're going to Australia to spend their lives together after they finish their studies." Damien scowled at him before seizing the hockey stick that was lying next him and hitting him on the back of the head. As he slowly stood up, he continued to attack him and shouted "I will kill you, Motherfucker!" Officers and Venezio arrived a few minutes later, but it was too late; the old bug was dead on the ground. Damien had him on his head, causing internal bleeding, and he died on the spot. Venezio was enraged when he saw Damien, and Damien's face twisted in distaste. Before Venezio was able to attack him, Damien took out t

“ Ha ha ha ha ha ! I told you he is interesting . “ said Damian with a smile . “ …..Boss , after what I witnessed just now , I am definitely convinced that the both of you are a perfect match for each other . No more comments on it . “ said Derrick with a nervous smile as he heard the screams of pain coming from mr Wixin . ‘ ……For the first time we are sharing the same thoughts . ‘ thought Damian with a smile as he enjoyed Antonio torturing mr Wixin . “ Go daddy ! Beat the bad guy to death ! Beat him ! “ said Angelo , rooting for his mommy . Antonio beat mr Wixin so much that his left leg , right arm were broken while his face was swollen and half purple . “ Good job ! It was really entertai

Damian shook his head as he sat back in the chair. “HEY! It would be a perfectly good or reasonable reaction!” Anthony tried to defend himself. “Killing isn’t for everyone.” Damian said more somberly. The elevator dinged and Jasmine walked in. “Police are finally gone. Corner came and left. Elevator is operational now.” She sat down beside Damian on the couch and took his glass. She downed it also in one drink before handing it back to Damian. He frowned at his glass as she got up and went to the bathroom.

Debrief happens at first light because grief does not cancel administration, which is one of civilization’s less charming design features. Everyone accounted for. Two wounded. One dead: Sam Kuiper. Maya writes the name herself. The pencil does not shake. That feels obscene. Denise reports Marcus’s injured woman next. Slice across the ribs. Deep. Should need stitches. Already closing. “Not normal,” Denise says quietly. “No,” Maya says. Marcus watches from across the room, sleeve torn, arm bandaged, face unreadable. Maya opens her private page. The Marcus page. The one she absolutely does not call the Marcus page.

Damian growled. The man just sneered. “You’re already dead, Cavendish. You just don’t know it yet.” Damian’s grip tightened. “Who sent you?” The man’s smirk widened. “You’ll find out soon enough.” And before Damian could stop him, the man slammed his head back against the floor, hard. His body went limp. Sienna stepped back, horror flooding through her. “He’s dead.” Damian swore under his breath. “Cyanide.”

“Now I understand how to kill you.” The lights went out. Gunfire erupted. Westwood men stormed the building. Damien. He moved like a storm—bullets, orders, blood. Dante cursed, backing away. “You cheated.” Sienna grabbed a fallen knife, lunging. She didn’t reach him. An explosion tore through the far wall. Smoke. Screams. By the time the chaos cleared— Dante was gone. ⸻ Sienna sat on the floor afterward, knees pulled to her chest.

I was too busy wondering how my life had turned into an episode of Grey’s Anatomy: Mafia Edition. As I stepped up to the table, gloved and ready, I glanced down at Damiano’s face—still pale but somehow smug, even in a coma. “You better not die,” I whispered, leaning closer. “Because if you do, I’ll kill you myself.”