Manner Of Death の小説・ストーリー

I reasoned. "And that would mean?" He asked. "It means, they are either going to pretend that I was killed during a raid or they are going to use poison to end me," I replied. "How can you just talk casually about your death?" He asked, his eyes on me. "Am I supposed to attach any emotions to it?" I asked, my eyes fixed on him. "Maybe, no one talks about their death like that, you just draw out their methods," he explained. "I only stated the fact," I cut in as he looked back at me and then looked away. "Well, you are right but since there is no upcoming party, they would likely use poison," he said.

he agreed on her funeral as her blood was drained and her dead body was turning white with passing time. His manager sighed and went outside the room to make arrangements. In morning, her funeral was going to be held in a church while the headlines were going to be made all over the country at the same time. No one knew yet that Carter killed his own former fiance either shot unintentionally or intentionally. But the fact that she was dead was enough to blow the internet up along with Carter who was now on his death bed.

“Does it matter? You want him dead and I’ve made it happen. How it happened is not the bone of contention here.” I studied him another second, I watched how he clenched his jaw, I saw the faint sheen of sweat at his temple. Whatever method he’d chosen, it had cost him something, not remorse, but effort and precision, the kind that leaves no loose threads. I decided I didn’t need the details. A slow smile curved my mouth. “It doesn’t matter how he died.”

That's exactly where I want him. “Who is there?” He asked. “Death!” I laughed then I stood up and sashayed out of the dark area. “Are you scared?” “Who are you?” He asked with a fierce look on his face. “Didn't I just tell you? I am death.” He pointed his gun at me and pulled the trigger but there was no fire. I had already removed the bullets in it when I entered his room. The best way to kill him is to make his death painful.

It was a man’s, “There is always a way to push everyone out of the way.” “How?” The elder chuckled dryly, “There are a hundred ways to die.”

, The woman sobbed, frantic and scrambling to get up. “I'm sorry”, Stephan whispered again, gathering the woman into his arms as she fell apart again. Whenever a member of Vendetta died, which was always death by natural causes, the whole cult will assemble to the country where the death occured and escort the dead person's procession to their hometown or country for a very befitting funeral.

He slowly pulled back his hood, and at the sight of his face, people gasped, jumped up to their feet and quickly bowed as low as they could. I stared at him, wondering if he was joking about spending $30 million on me! That’s when I noticed it. The chain around his neck. It was gold and the pendant had the picture of two wolves on it. Suddenly I realized, THIS WAS HIM! this was the man! The man that had murdered my parents! The man that I had vowed to kill! He was standing right in front of me.! I couldn’t fucking believe it! I noticed how people were scrambling to bow to him. Who was he?

There are ways of dying that do not end in funerals. Types of death you can not smell. -Unknown. |I R I S| I have heard so may times that your entire life flashes in front of your eyes when you are close to death. And, now when I stay right there, at the exact same point, I believe it.

'I feel responsible for this! The doctor came then and revealed the cause of death after checking and examining the injuries on the corpse. 'The method of death is a bit different from the way the elder Lyncan was killed', he started. 'So, you are saying it was murder?' the Lyncan king asked. 'Yes, definitely!' the doctor said. 'How can you be this certain?' Henry asked. 'You are sure it is not a suicide?' 'Let me ask, this question first', the doctor said. 'Was Miss Palmer right handed or left handed?'

And his ways were never merciful. My stomach coiled at the thought. In my past life, I had seen his methods. Clean deaths were rare. More often than not, his killings were cruelly inventive-slow poisonings that warped the body, a twist of dark power that silenced a heart mid-beat, or deaths staged as accidents so that no one ever suspected him. He always ensured his victims suffered, not only in body but in spirit. Who is it this time?