Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

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.

An average guy. A retired model worth millions. Can it work? Enjoy.. **** I couldn't believe he was gone. He was thirty-five, six years older than I was. Way too young to die. Then again, he didn't die a natural death. He died a horrible miserable death on the streets of some third-world shithole, gunned down with several of the men he was trying to do business with.

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."

he said and laughed again. “Chaos what are you doing?” Death asks if he saw me talking to this guy. “You will lose it all,” The man said. “and when I say all, it means everything, everybody. Including…her.” He said, smirking and put the gun on his temple and stood at the edge of the cliff. “What---” “Your Peace is gone…she will be gone,” He said “You will lose her, today.” He said smiling and I was about to shoot him when he suddenly pulled the trigger on his head and his body fell on the cliff.

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.”