Masumi Max Death 소설 & 이야기

As he was about to fall into his deep thoughts, the door flung open. *BANG* *Slash* “Urgh!” Maxi’s head fell off the rest of his body that was still sitting comfortably on the chair, already dead before he could even express his shock.. His healer friend did not have any time to process what just happened before his head rolled on the floor close to Maxi’s. Blood splattered from their necks, painting the entire scene red. The raw stench of blood wafted into the air, waking the comatose Wilson. He grunted and tried to stand up but only succeeded in sitting up. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. He took a deep breath and gagged from the strong smell of blood that entered

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

Jessica leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on her hands, “Is this... Max’s death certificate?” “Yes,” said Shannon, handing the tablet to Chris. “According to the death certificate, Max apparently died suddenly on the operating table in Impelia 20 years ago. Because he had no relatives to claim him, his body was quickly sent for cremation.”

In order to keep the Silver Flood Dragon to himself, Maximus ultimately killed all of his teammates. He was also pretty ruthless.

DEATHS ╔═══════════════╗ ♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

“That makes the two of us then. You see we’re not here alone. We’ve got backups waiting from outside. I can’t specifically tell you where but once I die your DJ friend will have the same fate. And so far, I bet you don’t want to lose him because he’s been very useful.” Max gritted angrily looking at the man, he wanted to control himself so much but when he talks about Amaya’s life he is not the same man. “So be it…” Max looked away from them and stared at the floor pulling his gun from behind and pointing it to the suspect. Yet the enemy's grip got tighter and Amaya’s neck started bleeding. “For better or for worse… In sickness and health… For richer and for poorer… Till death do us part…” (

Chapter 80 MAX There was something odd in her tone as she spoke to me that instantly set off alarm bells in my head. There was reason without a doubt that whatever it was, Cassandra had thought about it for a long time now. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the fact that your Beta is dead, Max," she said, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and malice. "Marcus Webb was found murdered, and the first suspect was Isabella herself with his head found in her drawer. Doesn't that strike you as... convenient?"

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

His name was engraved there, along with the dates of his birth and death. Except… the date of his death? Still unknown. There was no burial for Maximus’s father. Just a cremation—something done out of tradition, out of rank. He was an Alpha, after all. They honored him with a memorial plaque instead of a grave. Maximus didn’t want a big fuss. He didn’t want anyone to remember the loss that way. He led us across this beautiful Japanese-style bridge that curved over a stream, which trickled down into a small waterfall and koi pond. The scene was so serene, so peaceful… almost surreal. Like a little pocket of calm carved out of a world full of noise and grief.