Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

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!"

Michael threw up his hands. “You are so—! I don’t even—! Oh my God, just leave him alone!” The man grinned. “Listen to your friend, tough guy. He clearly doesn’t give a damn.” I turned back to him, slow and deliberate. “You’re really eager to die, aren’t you?” The man didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed amused. And then, the idiot did something truly stupid. He laughed. “Oh man,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re one of those guys, huh? The dramatic, mysterious tough guy type.”

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

I only smiled bitterly as I knew that would be my end. Brandon would only say ‘no’ to all my requests. Every police officer was put on the same case. The resources were pulled to investigate this drug dealer. They finally spotted the drug dealers’ whereabouts on a boat that was planning to leave the country. They had managed to capture ten drug dealers. Brandon had already almost gone insane. After the truth was revealed, Olivia had disappeared with Jack. Lucy could not accept the fact that I was dead. She got an aneurysm from being too upset about it and was admitted to the ICU.

They both smiled the fakest smiles ever manufactured. “You wanted me DEAD?!” Dave whispered. “You are the one that hired him to kill me though” Lisha shot back politely . The hitman raised a hand. “Please. I charge extra for arguing.” They stopped after hearing about pay after all they were both not financially stable to pay for their misbehaviour. He opened his briefcase, pulled out a contract, and flipped through it. “Technically,” he said, “I can’t eliminate both clients. Very bad for business, I mean if both of you dies who pays me then?”

"I haven't seen Kaia in forever. Mrs. Keene... don't tell me you never even looked for her?" Mom's face fell. She slammed the door in Ms. Johnson's face. "Don't be ridiculous. She's fine at school. Breaking up a marriage is a terrible sin. Do you know how many good deeds I'd have to do to make up for that?" Ms. Johnson knocked a few more times. No answer. I hugged my knees and sank to the floor, watching her walk away as I sobbed. "Ms. Johnson, I'm here! I've already been murdered! Mom just won't believe me!"

style trafficking ring. Countless high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen were arrested overnight. A massive web of sin was torn apart because of my death. The villains received the punishment they deserved. After handling the aftermath, Kael existed like a walking corpse, a body stripped of its soul. Hoping to reignite his will to live, his friends dragged him out of the house. Without realizing it, Kael found himself standing in front of a concert hall. A melodious, drifting piano melody seeped through the heavy doors, reaching his ears in fragments.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Mom and Dad collapsed to the floor, their breathing shallow and ragged. Stomach cancer. Starved to death. Child abuse. Every single word felt like a sledgehammer slamming into their chests, making it painful just to breathe. The coroner called the police officers over, and they turned to Mr. Gibson. "What did Joshua usually eat at school?" Mom and Dad snapped out of their daze and exchanged a look of sheer dread. Frowning, Mr. Gibson replied truthfully, "Plain bread."