Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

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

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 had maggots crawling about my skin and rotten flesh. Mark did not cover his nose like before. Instead, he drew closer to my face. Then, he flew into a rage. “Jane, is it fun toying with me?! You sure made this dummy look real! How could you possibly be dead?! I won’t allow you to die!” As he was throwing his tantrum, I suddenly heard footsteps. Mark was delighted. “I knew it, Jane! You aren’t dead!” But his eyes flew wide open a moment later because the people who had come were his parents.

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

I paused before continuing, "You acted the same way in our past life. You had me wrapped around your finger with your honeyed words, even though you were telling everyone else that you were going to protect Riley. You swindled me out of all my resources and locked me in a warehouse to await death." Panic flickered in Frank's eyes as he seemed to recall a vague memory. However, the system didn't give him the time that he needed to sift through his hazy memories. His body disappeared in the next second. "Frank Gideon has died. His teleportation skill can be claimed." Riley and I didn't move an inch. After all, Frank's skill was utterly useless to us. … On the seventh day, the system deployed a

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

Bang! A small puff of smoke accompanied the loud thunder-like noise emitting from the gun. For a moment no one could believe what Aidan had even done! This was meant to be a group fight, not them just showing up and shooting the man dead. As the little smoke the fun had made cleared though, Aidan as well as everyone else stood there stunned. Adar was still there, smiling as if nothing had just happened at all. Behind him, Aidan heard someone mummer, “Did you miss?”

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

"He died. I was at his funeral." Still, I want to believe he's right, crazy as it is. "And it was a closed casket, was it not?" Headmaster Stroud asks. "Yeah, because he was so... The car accident was so bad." The sound in my ears is rushing. My dad can't be out there in the world walking around. Right? Why would he fake his death? Why would he leave me? It doesn't make any sense. "Why would you say that?" I whisper. "Your father is a powerful man." His lips draw thin. "Very powerful."