Danzo Death Novels & Stories

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

“Keigh, behind you!” I dunked at the right moment and fled away to put as much distance between us as possible. Dante Caruso, who had just died, stood up. His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.

The cute boy’s sobs turned intense. “Now, my boss said we need to kill the witness to go back in service with him. Maybe…. You can now say good bye to your friend—“ “Never lay a hand on him or else I will kill the both of you—“ Zanjo grabs Denver’s silky black hair, craning his face as the cold blade touches his neck. He can’t believe this would be a nightmare. The Don was mute for a moment. He can’t react when seeing them playing with him.

"Well, then I'll be the one to go first..." "No, I'll go first" "I'm quite good, I'll go first" A smirk lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched the other gamblers stopped their games to fight for a night with her. It's really good to be beautiful and sexy. In less than a minute, everyone turned against each other and fought, throwing stuffs around the bar. The bar man hid to seek shelter from the objects hurled in his direction, Anastasia seems unwavering even as cups broke before her feet, one hit her in the temple.

“Is that what you call executions in the name of peace? Look at this.” The screen shifted again, this time showing Alex standing over a man, blood staining the floor beneath them. The man was on his knees, pleading, but Alex’s face was cold. Without a word, Alex raised his hand, and a beam of light shot through the man’s chest. He fell lifeless to the ground, and Alex turned away as if nothing had happened.

To them, though, they thought it was payback. “Look, the plan was we get answers without hurting them, then Gunner got to have fun with him in the playroom until he gave in and died. Unfortunately, he went too far, Zane lost it, and now he’s dead,” Dante says, and it is strange. He hates me, but he is talking to me now. I have a feeling it is to do with Zane. If it wasn’t for Zane, Dante wouldn't be sat here right now speaking to me. He still didn’t deserve to die, even if he went too far.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

Giselle screamed in pain and fell to the floor; she approached Dianco, and he looked at her in bewilderment. “You forced me to do it,” she said frantically. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. Then Nesko rushed into the room; when he saw the scene, he understood everything and cursed under his breath. “Shit,” Nesko snapped. Giselle hugged her brother, and we all saw the exact moment Dianco had died. Giselle froze for a moment before screaming in pain. Her scream was as if the world had split in two. Nesko struck her on the temple, and she fell hard to the floor.