Danzo Death Novels & Stories

Luna was not bit guilty. "Save her" Danzell ordered Peter and Josh followed him. "You deserve death" Danzell closed his eyes and remind that this woman made fool of him and killed all his family with that he stabbed straight into her heart. With a loud shriek Luna died... Danzell rushed over to where Lilianah was. Her whole body was now covered in blood and her breath came out faintly...

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave. At last, it was over.

Abruptly, Zoro walked over to father, not caring that he was having his first dance with his wife. Dad stopped dancing as he looked at Zoro holding a deep scowl. "What's it?" Dad asked him a little harshly Zoro leaned in and muttered something under his breath. "What could be so urgent that he interrupted Uncle's first dance?" Dante muttered, asking his father with a scowl. Instead of answering, Uncle darted his eyes on all faces. His gaze stopped on me and he let out a soft exhale. "If I'm not mistaken, someone has died." Uncle said with a deep frown on his forehead.

“Is it true that you had an affair with Zane and when it was revealed you tried to kill yourself and it made you hospitalized for months? “I did not have an affair with Zane and I did not try to kill myself.” “We also heard that you died months back after the accident.” I was furious and getting fed up with the questions “How can a dead person stand in front of you?” “But you were hospitalized?” “Yes, because I had an accident.” I replied immediately. “If you did not have an affair with Zane then what is this?” Everyone gasped and stared at the projector which was behind me. Dante shook his head and told me not to turn but I wouldn’t listen, I turned.

Luciano’s POV I was halfway through my third call when Dante walked in without knocking. That was unusual. Dante never just barges in. Ever. I ended the call immediately. “What is it?” I asked, wondering what must have made him act so differently today. He didn’t answer right away. Just walked closer, his expression tighter than usual. “Marcello’s dead,” he said. … For a second, I just stared at him. Then I let out a short breath. “That’s not funny.”

“Mates who talk to each other remember?” Dante looked up at her and he squeezed her fingers, “my parents were killed by walkers,” the haunting sound behind his voice startled Mj slightly, “they were being controlled by a rogue cymowolf Mj….his name was Zazel.” Mj’s breathing caught in her throat and she tried to pull away from Dante but he would not release her fingers. “Don't run...please, I need you” the vulnerable sound in Dante’s voice almost broke Mj in half, she grabbed him by the shoulders and ushered them both to the bed. She climbed under the covers and held them open waiting for Dante to climb in with her. “Come on big bad assassin,” Dante’s eyes were vacant and Mj worried he wou

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Vincent hated me for six years. He was certain I had betrayed him, and that I had gotten his childhood sweetheart Sophia killed. So he destroyed my family, sent my brother to prison, and married me to torment me. I explained many times but he never believed me once. Then I died. But among the things I left behind, he discovered that when he was bullied, I was the one who found the evidence. When the police took him away, I was the one who hired his lawyer. When his enemies came to kill him, I was the one who paid for the tip and warned him in time to run. He hated me for all those years, and fell in love with me the year I died.

I sat with Dario and his family for breakfast, but Dario was unusually quiet. I need to find out about Dale and ensure there will be no way of that video getting seen. Looking at him, he is happily driving while whistling to himself. "Dario." "Yes, my little rabbit." He turns and smiles before continuing. "What happened with Dale?" "He died." I glance at him. He's so fucking unbelievable. He knows exactly what I mean. "Dario." "Nothing, he didn't speak. I moved him downstairs, and well, he had a fall and died."