Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

I ask, looking at the frown on his face. He lets out a slow breath before standing up. “Don Meyo has been assassinated,” he says, making me gasp. “What? When?” “He was found dead in his house, his throat cut off.” I take a seat beside him. “Where were his guards?” He shrugs. “Nobody knows — they only left him for a second and the next thing we knew he was gone,” he answers. I lean on the couch, “do you think these are the Morettis?”

Subject: Garcia Crime: murder Executor: Death Judge Execution Date: May 12, 2021 — “Death Judge! It’s really the Death Judge!” Cold sweat drenched Garcia’s back. He knew very well that this was not a prank, because even the police had yet to figure out how the body disappeared. They would not know that it was him who killed the person, and the death notice clearly stated that the crime was murder. Obviously, the other party knew that he had killed the person. Only the Death Judge had the ability to do so. “F*ck! Why are you targeting me? Why are you going to judge me?!” Garcia roared. Thinking about the previous death live broadcasts, he could not help but tremble.

Marcus who was at home heard the news when he sat on the living room to pass time after eating, his father was also there and sipping his coffee while reading news paper, typical old men. "A man in his fifties fell to his death from the rooftop of a hotel earlier this morning, the man is identified to be Fred Riger, a married man with two kids, on the cctv footages, he was seen walking without any sense of self awareness, we are yet to find the cause of the suicide, the family of the deceased didn't allowed to be interviewed as they are still mourning, reporting Lovely Mayweather." He was not too surprised, anyone in his case would surely do that sooner or later, he definitely not felt guilt

The missing man caused problems among the old generals and Mr president, they knew if the man was made to talk, he would confess and mention names, they had seized the opportunity of the day to carry out their bad intention against the late young general, and only had dressed like the boxer and his wounded bodyguards. Mega 99 did his own private autopsy on the David's corpse and find out the shot was not even from those shooters outside, the shooter was within the premises, and he must have been there from the start, or he probably had been coming around all these time the diseased spent clubbing at the iron gate, he made up his mind to find out who did it, but no matter how sure he was that

he asked Rafe as the one with the walkie-talkie stepped forward. “Active men one, who gave you such an order?” he asked sharply. “I was…” “Turn this truck back to your post,” the first man cut in, tension rising. “Where’re the remaining men?” “They were killed by this man before he was killed”. Rafe replied. “I didn't burn him here because his bodyguard might still be nearby.” The one with the walkie-talkie leaned in and whispered into the first man’s ear. After a pause, the man walked to their truck.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

If he wants the baby dead, then what does Lilly have to do in the middle of all of this? "Who did this?" Liam asked the guy, but the young man was already slipping away, the liquid oozing down his shirt took a darker color. Liam shook him, "I said, who did this?" His voice bellowed in the hallway, slamming against the walls and returning back as an echo. "Who else do you think?" My voice didn't sound familiar to my own ears; Liam turned to me, his gaze drifting from the dead guy, "It's my dear father, who else would do something like this?"

And NOT when this happens in my town. “I tell you anything, then I’m as good as dead,” the guy mumbles, then spits blood. I laugh right out loud as Missile shakes his head. He was a good man to have as a back-up, or maybe I had him tag along to keep me from truly going off. “You seriously think what we’re going to do to you is better? You see that sick bastard over there? He knows how to skin you but keep you alive,” Missile warns, flicking his head at me.

All he could think about was my injured figure. "I'm Theo. Liam's dead." His words left Mia completely stupefied. It took her ages before she finally managed to shriek, "What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me that I've been getting in bed with my mate's brother every night?" "That's right, and you did it knowingly, too!"