Might Guy Death Novels & Stories

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.

He did not understand why he would feel such an intense pain over the death of someone he had once hated so much. The sunlight had dimmed, making the atmosphere even more gloomy and sad. The phone rang once again. [Officer Damon, did you like the gift that I sent you? If you like it, do give my video a like.]

the man said and Mireille was sure he was making the video. "A lot of people would be happy at your death, Dante Romano. You are not supposed to grow so powerful to the point you grew up to. And good news? No one will ever find out I killed you so none of your alliances in and outside of the country will be able to come after me for getting rid of you." he laughed. "Just fucking kill me already!" Dante groaned. "Yeah, at the count of five." Mireille heard the other man say and she shook her head repeatedly.

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

Those are also all the weapons needed to fight creatures with supernatural abilities but also full of weaknesses. While the hunters were busy preparing, Michael had no free time. As soon as he returned to the police headquarters, he and his teammates had to begin investigating the identity of the deceased driver because no one came to claim his body even though the news had been broadcast many times on television and electronic newspapers. At the end of the day, Michael received a report that the deceased was a street thug, had no identification papers, and that the car belonged to a doctor from the Institute of Medical Sciences.

Drake I stood there, transfixed by the sight of the dead man in front of me. His blood pooled on the floor, a stark reminder of the violence that had just occurred. I tried to process what had happened, but my mind felt like a jumbled mess. What did this man's death mean? And why had he chosen to take his life rather than betray his boss? Was his boss a powerful man? A man with the power to make someone take their life rather than risk crossing him?

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.