Junko Enoshima Death Novels & Stories

I glance at the time on my phone. It's almost time for me to embark. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. I can't believe I'm finally doing this. The last couple of weeks have been absolutely horrible for me, with everything that happened the night Enzo died. He was dead before the paramedics arrived. If they'd been even a minute later, he wouldn't have been able to make it. They reanimated him with a defibrillator. I watched in shock as his body lurched. It was the worst ten seconds of my entire life.

I finally said, my voice was faint and I looked up and it was Nico. “Where am I?” I inquired, looking around, “in my private jet” he replied touching my face softly, I sighed. I sat up completely, and looked around I was looking around, “Oh my God Kiko! What happened to her how did I get here?” Nico retracted into his seat, “I'm sorry, but we couldn't save her” I heard Tony say from behind me. “Is she…” my voice went cold, “yeah, she’s dead pearl, Kenji killed her, and took the baby with him” Nico completed.

Of how her supple body had molded so perfectly against his own. "We did try to complete the bond, to link our life forces in that most sacred of rituals..." Enzo's tone turned grim once more. "But an accident occurred, just as it did with Knox and the girl..." He swallowed thickly, unable to force the words past the lump constricting his throat. "I killed her. I took the life of my own mate, my other half, with my own hands." One could have heard a pin drop in that heavy, suffocating silence that descended.

His bare back muscles strain under the pale, cold moonlight, the only illumination coming from the harsh, flickering torches carried by the first enforcers who discovered the body. Just a few minutes ago, his warm hands were possessively on me, his lips tracing fire down my skin. We were lost in our moment and I was really looking forward to be taken to the clouds again from his touch. But then, just when his tongue found the perfect spot between my legs, his head snapped up in an instant and he told me the news that had just come in through his mind link. The Chief Enforcer. Dead. A suspected suicide. It's a good thing that I haven't been fully initiated into the pack enough to have the men

She didn’t get it; this history lesson was important. “Patience my dear queen, this is important for you all to know.” I move to the back of my cell, keeping my feet within the strip, then crouching down, but not letting my back touch the silver-coated walls. “They killed Senko maybe five years ago, but now you say he is alive. I watched him die, watched the blood spill from his torn and beaten body. Nobody comes back from that. Except…” “Except what?” Hunji the only wolf even close to my age, says.

“I don't know, but we are close to it.’’ Luck answers. The water was fresh and fresh blew through the forest. ‘’Beta’’ one of the Gamas walked up to Enzo handing him a crumpled piece of paper. ‘’What's written in it?’’ Enzo asks to take it away. It has barely been just a few days since Enzo left and so much was happening already. Unlike the snowfall pack which now had an alpha to take care of everything, but that was not the case with the rogue kingdom. Not only was the second in command gone, King Kenrick had to return to Altera leaving everything in the hands of Enzo. ‘’We are watching’’ the note read. Enzo and the others scout around for hours but nothing else could be seen aside from the

"I was just about to call you." "Why? What happened?" I asked, sensing that something was wrong. He was silent for a while, and then he said, "Enzo's dead. He was one of my Capi.” My heart dropped, and it felt like a punch to the stomach. "What?" I whispered, even though I'd heard him the first time. "Yeah. He was shot in his own office at the back of the bar,” he said. “Looks like an execution." I lowered myself onto the nearest bench, one hand over my mouth as I said, "Jesus..."

Shizuka Fudo and Furukawa Yukito are working together. How funny. Fudo spoke. "Nine years ago, there was an accident in your clan's winter home. An avalanche that nearly killed you, unlocked your potential, and even killed someone. However, after that day, you stop pretending that she exists and even lied about how she died." Fudo said, his tone escalated into anger. Kazuha was shocked. "How did you know that?" "Dying of grief without showing her body isn't a good cover up so we investigated and thought that her death is quite strange. She was killed by your sonic scream." Yukito said.

Hernandez’s cries got louder. "Let this be a lesson to you in your next life; You picked the wrong Mezzesalma to deal with." I heard Enzo say before Mr. Hernandez's cries came to a sudden halt. When I turned around, there was a deep hole in the man's neck and dead eyes leering wide into nothing, while Enzo peered with a fiendish and satisfied grin. A tear traveled down my cheek as I realized it was just him and me. “E-nzo,” my voice split with the call, and instantaneously, a pair of bloodshot eyes reeled to me.

Then, he sneered and added, “Some time ago, the sixth leader of the Yakuza died inexplicably in his own heavily guarded hot spring resort in Hokkaido. Do you know about it?” Hiroshi immediately nodded. “Almost everyone in Japan knows about this incident. It was reported on the news that he died of a brain hemorrhage.” “Brain hemorrhage?” Yahiko snorted. “Nah, it’s fake news from the public. In reality, he died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master!”