Masumi Max Death Novels & Stories

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

The first thing that appeared on screen was chunks of flesh flying around, and blood splattered everywhere. The video was crystal clear. Every face and every voice was captured perfectly. "This is just a minor accident. Only one person died. You won't lose anything even if you bear the main responsibility…" "One person died, and you call that a minor accident?" In the video, my furious outburst, Bertha's indifference, and Owen's coaxing and tempting Logan were all recorded clearly. According to the influencer, as it was summer break and the campus was empty, she'd gone to shoot some content, pretending to be a student.

"I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!" I didn't reply. Instead, I took a few screenshots of our conversation and sent them to the group chat. The exhausted players' tempers exploded the moment they saw the screenshots. "I didn't expect Frank to be such a bastard. He actually killed all his teammates just to curry favor with Molly." "I guess his righteous demeanor had been a farce all along!" "Look, Hailey, Sasha, and Louis. Your good friend, Frank, killed all of his own teammates just to survive."

I walked out of my hiding place, slightly embarrassed. “Sage?” Maximus said. “You know my son?” he asked curiously. “We met earlier,” I said. Maximus shook his head, still in utter disbelief. “How are you still alive?” he asked his son. “You died in the blast; they could only identify your body through your teeth because it was the only thing they found in the rubble of your lab.” “I faked my death, father, I needed to get away from you and everything you stood for, the lab accident was not an accident, I caused it.” Malice revealed.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

Why would he do that for me? Paul finally speaks up, “you can thank your friend Layla for your untimely death. Too bad my deal with her still stands. She sold me her soul in exchange for your death, and technically you did die. My work here is done, you won’t see me again.” He walked out the hospital door. We are all so shocked that by the time Max thought to chase after him, he disappeared in thin air. I looked to the floor to see Mason passed out. What do we do with him now?

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

The pack's forensic specialist pulled on isolation gloves, crouched, and began the preliminary examination. Within minutes, they stood back up, their face ashen. "Time of death exceeds forty-eight hours. The core organs are burned out, drained completely by the mark overloading." "Mark Enhancement had been pushed to the lethal threshold. The host was already deceased before the Trials began. Every action taken after that point was the Submission Mark driving a dead body." The statement went out through every recording crystal that was still running, directly into the pack's live communication network. The "genius first-ranked warrior" that the whole pack had been celebrating minutes ago was

“Son of the underworld, curse and forever will walk unto this world as a living death. I the death reaper, but this world’s existing hunter, but the very devil in disguise, Arius, held you now, as my familiar.” Waving his weapon and the very scythe that witness everything from this very world undo for the past six, and now unto its final seventh rule. HE draws a sinister smile as he swiftly draws it down ripping her clothes in half and perfectly in an instant. “Well then.” Licking his lips as another kind of lust, greed, and sinister tone is marking unto his crimson mix of a sunset-like pair of eyes. Misha’s eyes dim within their usual purple one, as she snaps out from her trance, yet not en

He had already read it front to back and then skipped around in the middle a few times rereading parts of it. “You didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement did you?” He glanced up at her. “No. The Death Contract covered all of that.” “Well according to this the Death Contract is void because the divorce is presented by Mr. Maxwell.” “Oh…” Meredith wasn’t really sure what that meant. “Meri… You get half of everything. All assets, all income, all retirement, Meri this is rather unprecedented for such a short marriage. The only thing you do not have any claim to according to this is his inheritance.”