Mha Death Novels & Stories

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave.

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

the beta took a deep breath. “Tell alpha Zane about his grand pup would be useless because he is dead.” The beta said, as his shoulders drop. Makahi looked at the beta confused. “What do you mean alpha Zane is dead, there hasn’t been any announcement. Did it just happen?” Makahi asked still frowning at the beta who shook his head. “No one knows he’s dead because his body isn’t dead.” “See this the be bullshit I be talking about. Why the fuck do yall always gotta have a fucking zombie in every battle.” Ji’lahni said, a little to loud alpha Makahi looked back at his mate with a frown. “Oh, shit my bad. That’s on me, I was just shocked. Just act like yall didn’t see my hiding spot and keep talk

one officer explained, “about someone here involved in selling trade secrets and committing violent crimes.” A young officer jotted down notes, speaking quietly to his colleagues as more truths came to light. Laura’s death, the scams orchestrated by Leisha’s parents, and all the cruel schemes lurking in the shadows were finally revealed. Every word landed like a heavy blow, leaving everyone present stunned and shaken. When the paramedics arrived, they quickly began treating my mom. “It’s too late…” my mother whispered, a faint smile touching her lips. “But at least… I brought her to justice.”

She asked "Yes, I think so," Marcus replied. "Well Sam does not have a backup, not trying to be negative, but what if we both die? Or he dies, or if he is not interested in this empire and wants to be a doctor?" Marcus kept staring at her as reality sank in. "Remember that I am not trying to be negative, but I was watching the news yesterday about that millionaire whose only son drowned and the thought of us," she explained. Marcus slowly walked to the bed and took a seat in silence. He had never thought of the future in the light that Nera was using.

But all it took was a slight raise of his hand, and the crowd quieted, their raucous voices stilled by his commanding presence. "I am Vincent Casper, chief medical examiner of Ariant City. I have invited official journalists from the central news channel and our city's primary media outlets to witness the live broadcast of the truth behind this murder case." Murder case?! The crowd buzzed again, shock rippling through the room. These reporters were expecting a scandal about plagiarism, some small tabloid fodder. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine it would be tied to something as serious as a murder. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Charles and Arianna, subtly edgi

She will not last a minute if I remove my hand from her heart. Time seems to stand still as everyone’s world in the room shatters around them. Everyone is aware of what all this means. Don Mauro just killed the pack's leading doctor. And Keirah's livelihood depended solely on the pack's leading doctor's powers. And just like that, the monitor begins to beep loudly again. Assuring everyone that Don Mauro has added Keirah to his list of the victims who died on his watch.

The fear in his eyes turned into anger. That was right, five years ago, the nation of Tianfu announced the official retirement of the legendary God of Death, M*mned, five years ago. It seemed that the Chosen One, Azrael, retired, but in fact, everyone knew that Azrael M*m had died. He had heard that the God of Death M host had offended someone he shouldn't have. He had been surrounded by the world's top killers, and even several world-class snipers had been sent there.

I only smiled bitterly as I knew that would be my end. Brandon would only say ‘no’ to all my requests. Every police officer was put on the same case. The resources were pulled to investigate this drug dealer. They finally spotted the drug dealers’ whereabouts on a boat that was planning to leave the country. They had managed to capture ten drug dealers. Brandon had already almost gone insane. After the truth was revealed, Olivia had disappeared with Jack. Lucy could not accept the fact that I was dead. She got an aneurysm from being too upset about it and was admitted to the ICU.

I left immediately. When I arrived, Harris was at his desk, several files spread across it. He pointed to one. “Alicia’s death certificate. Everything’s in order. Verified by the coroner.” He slid another file forward. “Victor’s death certificate.” I scanned the document. Cause of death: gunshot wounds. Signature: Dr. Malcolm Reid. “And?” I asked, not understanding. Harris handed me a photo. “Dr. Malcolm Reid died six months ago.” The air left my lungs. “What?”