Hxh Author Death Novels & Stories

Von’s POV Through the hospital window, Chris's covered body was being prepared for the morgue. One conspiracy architect dead, the other about to be captured. "We're winning," I said quietly. "Winning feels like drowning," Marissa replied. "Just slower." Before I could respond, Marcus's phone buzzed with an alert. He checked it, face going white. "We have a massive problem." "What?" He turned the phone toward us. News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

"Silas will have picked up that energy surge. The Grey Sector is no longer a blind spot." ​I watched him—the man I once craved, the man who had died for me nine times—and felt a new kind of "Oxygen Debt." I could breathe perfectly fine, but I was suffocating under the weight of his indifference. ​"Julian?" ​"Yes, Patient 01?" ​"I'm going to make you remember," I whispered, the black vein on my wrist glowing with a quiet, defiant violet. "Even if I have to die an eleventh time to do it."