Hidan Death Novels & Stories

He began questioning himself in frustration. "I'm just an idiot. I fell for them again. Wicked scumbags. Am I cursed?" He cried out in frustration "Hello J is past midnight is everything good?" Desmond said from the other end of the call in a sleepy voice yet full of worry. "He's engaged Des, Drake is f...k..ng engaged. I've been played all I've again ". Justin's voice wasn't coming anymore at this point. He choked and the tears just kept on falling. "Where are are you currently at?" Desmond said after a heavy silence. His voice lore stern this time.

"By his act of kindness to Hayden, which I now think Hayden was counting on, our former High Priestess goes to an honorable death - taken into the Halls of Ishara in death. Unable to challenge Hayden's decree, you are all going to be executed and your names stricken from the rolls. You will wander aimlessly for all eternity while Hayden will live in the company of her sisters thanks to a man and his love for someone who was clearly his enemy," Krasimira kept snorting at the dark comedy. "Your sole avenue of spiritual survival lies with a man you tried to kill mere moments ago."

"I know that the person who kidnapped me was Henry. He was a hoody in North Harbor District. If we find him, we may know who the employer is." "Henry..."Jenny thought for a while and said, "Why am I familiar with this name?" Suddenly, she whispered: "Ah, I remember, this person is dead." Jean was surprised: "Dead?" "The night before yesterday, it was reported on the news that not only him, but also all his subordinates died. The report said that the cause of death was a fight with another faction. As a result, all people died. Dozens of lives were lost overnight."

Hana shook her head again, tears dripping from her eyes. "I can't do that, Fyn," She sobbed, louder. "He's dead." It didn't even surprise him. Chuckling darkly, Fyn shook his head, "What? The village finally killed him?" "No," There was an expression on Hana's face that Fyn couldn't quite point out. She looked as if she was choosing her next words carefully, "He got sick, and he died, Fyn." Fyn furrowed his brows, "He died that fast?"

There's no need to tell Griffin about it. But still, he couldn't shake off the feeling of losing his only brother... ____ At the hospital, when the news spread like wildfire, Hannah was seated on her bed, her expression blank as she stared at the television. A night news flash appeared on the screen, and it was like she had just snapped out of her trance. *THE FAMOUS DIEGO GONZALEZ, KNOWN AS THE BILLIONAIRE DEVIL, WAS CONFIRMED DEAD IN A TERRORIST ATTACK IN MOSCOW.*

He replied, trying to grasp his information on her as well. But, Jade’s life was granted through Tristan’s love interest or else she was supposed to be a pawn. “So we are completely unaware of this number 3?” Vera asked, a confusion dispersed to perceive how one could hide its identity so professionally. “Yes and from my research, I have found Death killed the elders and the question remains, how? Lark, please continue.” Azen called, motioning to him to continue from where he left off. “Yes, Sir.” Lark stood up this time.

Danica whimpered. “He is gone.” Sabrina said moving her fingers through her hair in frustration. The door was still open and the lucid rays of the sun seeped into the house illuminating the dark front room. “How could she do this?” Earnestine asked, her eyes were red. “She killed him.” Danica said pulling away from Earnestine and falling to the wooden floor. Justin Hayder, the former cop of WHPD was gone. The league was gone. Good people always died.

After my death, my soul didn't dissipate like it should have. Instead, I lingered and watched as my remains were slowly discovered from dumpsters and riverbanks, which sent the city spiraling into panic. The case drew so much attention that those in charge brought in my brother, Nathan Slade, a detective, to lead the investigation. I felt a pang of guilt, realizing that I'd once again caused Nathan trouble, even in death. A shiver ran through my spine as I watched him examine my reconstructed corpse with a frown.

By the time I made it to the hospital, he was already gone. Weeks of relentless work and heartache had taken their toll. I collapsed, coughing up blood. From that day forward, I was bedridden with a severe illness. To make matters worse, my mother-in-law kept my condition a secret from my parents and took me in, only to let the illness run its course without treatment. As I lay dying, a news flash on the TV announced the winner of a 15 million-dollar lottery jackpot—it was my late husband. There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa.

He profoundly comprehended that the demise broadcast case had proactively overloaded the whole circumstance. "We figured out that one of the condemned people was found in the study hall earlier today with a demise notice. From the live transmissions, we realize that the Death Judge will send a passing notification to every one of the condemned individuals before the live transmission. This is the primary point! The subsequent point is that the Death Judge is a super programmer. We have coordinated two assaults on the demise broadcast room by the top programmers in the nation, yet the two of them fizzled. We feel that we can begin again with the top programmers from the beyond couple of years