Mha Mirko Death Novels & Stories

With trembling legs, they could not stand steadily and had to rely on their followers' help. Ricardo suddenly stated, "The Young Master wants to clarify something with you!" Henry Styles said quickly, "Please tell us, Butler Maslow." In an icy tone, Ricardo said, "As Mico Styles was rude, arrogant and discourteous towards the Young Master, he had personally beat Mico Styles to death. However, Jimmy Miller and Mask Styles deaths have nothing to do with the Young Master!"

They wouldn’t suspect me of anything even if they saw me with the dead body. That was exactly how I’d gotten away with everything I’ve done up until this point. “Sooooo,” Enzo cleared his throat, “Who is in the back?” “Mila.” Enzo choked and sputtered on air, “Misa Mila?! The daughter of Erik Redrock?!” “That’s the one.” “How’d she die?” “I ripped her throat out.”

Michiru-nii and Michio-nii dead? “It happened a few years ago.” Miki suddenly found her shoes very interesting as she looked at her feet, sipping from the straw of her cup occasionally. “Michiru-niisan died in the line of duty six years after you left. At least, that is the official report. But Michio-niisan and I refused to believe it.”

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

They asked Mira to come down to the morgue to identify the body. Mira's heart sank as she heard the news. She couldn't believe that Sophia was dead. She quickly got dressed and met up with Rachel, who was already waiting for her outside. As they arrived at the morgue, Mira's anxiety grew. She didn't know how she would react to seeing Sophia's body. When they finally pulled back the sheet, Mira's eyes widened in shock. It was indeed Sophia, her face pale and still. Mira burst into tears, feeling a mix of emotions. She was sad that Sophia had died, but she was also consumed by guilt. She had never forgiven Sophia for what she had done, and now it was too late.

Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss. Keith's hands began to shake. He stared at that name for a very long time. Then he shook his head. "No." His voice was very soft. "That's impossible. She's not dead. She can't be dead." "Alpha!" Elliott tried to say something, but Keith wasn't listening. He turned and ran out of the conference room. He headed straight for the autopsy room. He yanked the white sheet away and stared at the unrecognizable face beneath it. He reached out before stopping halfway.

​Mirko then pulled out his phone and showed Lucas's photo to Victor. "This is the guy. Perhaps you recognize him, Mr. Victor," Mirko said. ​Even though he had initially tried to cover up Lucas's identity as the man who brutalized Max, Mirko simply couldn't resist exposing him. In his mind, he wanted to hand Lucas over to Victor so the man could be punished privately. To Mirko, the method didn't matter, as long as the mafia scum were wiped off the face of Verdansk. Mirko harbored a deep, absolute hatred for the mafia.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

I went and sat on the couch, then pulled him to sit on my lap. “Yes,” I said. There was no need to keep lying to him about it since everyone around us lately had been saying it. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before. The situation was a bit complicated.” He smiled. “Mr. Miller is a super amazing man. Too bad he’s going to die.” My mouth fell open. “What?” “Miranda and Kate said he’s cursed. His heart is freezing. Kate said that he’s getting sicker every day.”

The figure that stepped out from the mist stopped me cold. Mirek. Or what was left of him. He looked almost whole tall, scarred, still wearing the faint echo of his commander’s armor but his edges wavered like smoke, his eyes silver with ghostlight. His presence was wrong and right all at once, familiar enough to make my throat close. “Mirek,” I breathed. “You “Died? Yes.” He smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t take, apparently.”