Death Notice Manga Novels & Stories

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 yakuza won’t let me live. I didn’t want to drag you down…” He gripped her freezing hand tightly. “Why didn’t you try to think with me?” The wind howled. The sunset burned like blood. “See you in the next life.” Her hand slipped from his grasp— Ding-dong. The doorbell jolted Takuto awake. Covered in cold sweat, he opened the door— Misaki stood there, holding an old, yellowed newspaper. “May 21, 1998,” she read softly. “A young entrepreneur and his girlfriend commit suicide at Cape Amagi. Suspected involvement of loan sharks after business failure…”

A barely noticeable smile flashed across his lips and he said, "Go ahead, ask, what is it?" I swallowed hard and shot for the very first thought tumbling across my head, "Whose blood that was?" He blinked, "Nikolas." He said. My fingers wrapped over the hem of my shirt and my heart beat a thousand feeling against my chest, "Is he.." "Dead?" He finished the sentence on my behalf and nodded, "Yes, for real this time." His eyebrow raised, "I checked it myself, considering the fact that everyone I know comes back from the dead, so yeah, he is definitely..." He sucked into a deep breath and turned his face away, his gaze back to the black sky and his hand curled into a fist, "Dead."

* An Before death ... I saw Akira end this fight, I saw the four princes returned to earth and they were with Yasashi. I saw everyone returning to their bodies and the vampire army who had stopped attacking and defending. I thought it was over and I would be free soon. I watched Akira stab the handsome guy with his sword until the handsome one is dying. But unexpectedly a cold wind was heading towards me, a very cold wind.

I stood there for hours, praying to die. Until my neighbor, Mr. Collins, came in the morning to look for Jack. I don't remember exactly what happened. I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. I hated the fact that I was still alive and Jack didn't. I wanted to die more than anything. They had killed my whole life. One shot changed everything. One night changed my life completely. It took more than 6 months before I was able to shake off the incident. I had nightmares every night.

She also invited Keith to dinner that evening, saying she had a surprise for him. I floated beside him and wished I could scream. 'Don't go! She's the one who cut off my limbs! She's the one who tore open my stomach!' But a soul couldn't make a sound. All I could do was watch helplessly as Keith accepted the invitation. "Alpha," Elliott said softly. "The wolf essence results are out." Keith accepted the document. His gaze landed on the name. [Juliet. Female. Pregnant. Time of death, seven days ago. Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss.]

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"