Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

I knew everyone was waiting to hear what this evil man would say next. I took a deep breath, leaned into the microphone, and said, "Everyone, I'm Raymond Hayes. I know that most of you hate me. To many of you, I'm a wicked person who deserves nothing but death." I paused, taking in the countless disdainful, angry eyes staring back at me, before continuing, "But today, I stand here to tell everyone the real truth!"

I slapped a hand over my mouth, hot tears carving silent tracks down my cheeks. As the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack, Billy's senses were unnervingly sharp. He already knew something was wrong. "He's not dead," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "Ford isn't dead, Billy. It was Aiden." The line was silent for three seconds. "Are you sure?" "I heard him myself," I bit my lip. "He let Aiden die for him, and now he's hiding right under my nose, pretending to be his own brother."

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

My lips started to twitch but she ended the amused reaction with a glare. "What's it going to be?" I queried, very much impatient now. Honestly, I did not know if I'd let her leave if she decided to leave. I needed her so fucking much at this moment, which was why I had no clue as to why I started acting like a gentleman all of a sudden. She'd better say yes, for my sake, mostly. I could almost imagine the news headlines: DICE REXROTH, POPULAR BUSINESS MAN, FOUND DEAD AS A RESULT OF SEVERE BLUE BALLS.

“I've never killed anyone.” "Really? When my uncle was pronounced dead, I took the last IV that was attached to him and there was the fingerprint of one of your right-hand men. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Zoan. I won't blame him because every right-hand man never acts without orders from his leader." Meazus knew his uncle didn't die because of him. He couldn't have died from a sleeping pill injected into an IV. That was impossible. “Are you sure he died from that?”

I said and she raised her brows at me , "Why don't I like the sound of that" she said and immediately we heard the voice of a news caster on the television and she slowly turned to face the TV. "Mr Fredrick Mills popular Californian business tycoon , was found dead in his office at about 6pm this evening, the cause of his death was speculated to be a gunshot , as of now there isn't any suspect or confirmation of the cause of his death. But the police are doing their possible best to .... " I picked up the remote and turned off the TV immediately .

And I wouldn’t be surprised if Cassie is the one who threw it. “Who the hell are you?” The guy who owns the ash gray hair asked. His question made me smirk. “I’m your Death.” I said. We all looked at each other seriously. No one's blinking. We we're shooting daggers at each other with our looks. Everyone's so quiet. But my look stayed on the other guy. D**n this guy.

Everyone thought he died due to heart failure, but he was killed, and his uncle took the wealth along aside with every assets they had "This man is dangerous, Mario I think it's best to bury this"Emiliano said softly he greatly understood what Mario was going through however he didn't like the idea of Mario involving himself in matters that would raise drug dealers and other dangerous people "I don't care and that damn bastard is lucky because when I just found him, he died a few weeks ago"Mario said in frustration which surprised Emiliano and Angelo

Their laughter is heard by the man in the hallway. In a semi dark room which is brightened from the hazy light of a disco ball, Michael is meeting Mr. Bullswood. They haven’t even begun talking when Mr. Bullswood’s body drops on the floor. “Damn it!” said Michael. He looked around him but couldn’t see anyone. It was just the two of them in the room. He checked his pulse and confirmed what he already knew. He is dead!

Hence, many eccentrics came forth to challenge the virus. Unfortunately, these arrogant people all fell to the three glasses of Bloody Mary after the night. "I've never seen this guy before. He looks very unfamiliar! I guess he's a junior who stood out on impulse!" “That’s most likely the case. But sadly, he is absolutely dead tonight. Relying on his own hot blood to stand out, he is simply looking to die!” "That's right. Many extraordinary people have died to these three cups of Bloody Mary, let alone a nobody like him!"