Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

The guy you go to when you want someone to talk to, who will give you great advice. Shit, now I’m talking about pups, when it’s the farthest thing I want right now. The door of the elevator opened, and I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. I smelled blood. And I could see an old guy with his arms hanging around my mate. Blood pouring from his mouth. A gun on the floor. Her naked, with her arms around him. ‘They’re not around him…’ Atlas pointed out. “What the fuck!” “Are you okay, little wolf?” Was my next question, once I realized I didn’t hear his heartbeat or his breathing. The guy was dead.

I nodded my head at him. " if you don't mind me asking sir, what did you do to them?" The man asked but I didn't answer him because I didn't know what to say. I wanted them to trust me. " never mind that, where is your delta?" I asked and he looked down. " he died of a rogue attack two months ago sir." I nodded my head and continued with my questions. " did any of you know of a Malachi?" I asked and I heard a sharp inhale coming from the man.

He asks Alexa. " Partying like everyone else." " You work with the Americans now. I thought you dated Massimo." The man says. " He's dead. And one of you killed him , fuckin douchebag." She says through clench teeth like she just imagined her moments with the Sicilian Mafia. I walk out of their conversation and walk to Gray who's talking to Reid. Reid sees me and he stops talking. He looks at Gray one last time as he leaves to get Alexa I think.

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

"Matt. The tall handsome tanned guy who can't stop staring at you in the hallway. Drives a red Porsche and hangs around 3 dudes? Another version of trolls?" I arched my brows and wondered who was that before heading to class. I didn't want to think about the rumours so as soon as I was done with classes I left for home. To my surprise, nobody was in. I switched on the TV and nothing that interested me was being aired. Suddenly breaking news about the death of two DEA officers caved in. It was sad though seeing such young men lose their lives in the line of duty. "Poor souls, handsome and young gone too soon", I murmured.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

"Well, in the news this morning, it was said that the guy is dead. An officer shot him like..five times in the chest and stomach before he was eventually pushed into the river . I can't believe that guy is dead after all the failed attempts on killing him." "That's the point! The dude is a god, he doesn't die easily. It'll take more than a decade to kill him..I'm sure he isn't dead." "Isn't dead? He took almost 5 bullets to the chest." "Exactly, Red always makes things that ain't possible very much possible. So I won't be surprised if news comes out tomorrow that he's alive." "I don't really get it..is that guy an assassin?"

"So, where was he this morning?" "He kept dodging the cameras around the city. He is very aware that he is being watched." GD took the liberty of showing Albert some screenshots he has of the man they're pursuing. "That's just how he normally moves. He's always been the most cautious one." GD nodded. "So, do you think he has something to do with the deaths? Should I report that?"