Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

I am Cassandra. “Yes, you heard it right… I am Cassandra Felix'' I said and showed him my necklace that surprised him more, and I know it will happen and the expression on his face makes me laugh. He looks like seeing a ghost, shocked and frozen. I know that he is still trying to absorb everything that is why I help him absorb what is going on, because I don’t want to kill him just like that. Of course knowing the reason is more satisfying than killing him, just like that. In just a snap.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

It’s not a statement, it’s an accusation. Sakura fights the urge to roll her eyes. “It wasn’t a meet-up, it was more like an ambush”. She doesn’t even want to think of that day. She doesn’t want to think of Misa’s disarming smile that hides the monster underneath. She had almost died of fear. Sorahiko continues to stare blankly at his food. He’s sitting right beside her, and yet, he feels so distant. His shoulders are slumped and his eyes are shadowed.

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The morgue smelled of antiseptic and death. Cold fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects, casting harsh shadows across the steel table. I stood there, arms wrapped tightly around my middle, staring at Roland’s pale, lifeless face. His skin had taken on that waxy, unnatural tone that no living person ever possessed. There were no obvious wounds, no bruises, nothing to explain why a healthy thirty-year-old man who had fucked me senseless just hours earlier now lay motionless under a thin white sheet.

the elderly man replies sharply. “Her hands are glowing!” one of the other men shouts in warning, and the elderly man’s hand comes down so hard on the side of my face that I topple over and see stars for several seconds. My vision clears enough to see the way the masked man has a death grip on the elderly man’s arm. “Do I need to remind you of the deal we made?” the masked man sneers. He shoves the elder. “I am the Umbra Mortis,” the old man growls, straightening his cloak. He turns to his assailant, giving him a deathly glare.

My eyebrows pulled together, being face to face with him, he does look so familiar. "Well, I didn't want any disturbance as we talk," Nikolas said as he tucked his gun back in. I can't believe it was only yesterday when I snatched the gun from his hand before he almost killed himself. "Let's talk then," Marcel said before he walked to the couch and sat down, not once bothered by the two dead bodies in his living room. "Where is Frank?" He tried to hide his smile as he took a sip of his drink, "And why would I know that?"

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

then I left from where I came in, but he held my arm. "Wait! Whose death did you see?" Breathing heavily, I turned my face to where I sensed he was. "If you don't leave me alone, Prince Daisuke Maël Maximillian," I started. "I'm going to take off my blindfold and see your fucking death! Do you want that? Because I wouldn't mind!" He released my arm and took two steps back. "As a Prince of this Kingdom, I order you to-" look at this annoying guy, can you believe him?

She just stared and tilted her head to the other side of the car. "What am I going to do to make you admit it? Will I kiss you or hug you? You know that my admiration for you has increased even more because of your courage. You will think that you are still alive. You know that I have seen that you have received more than ten gunshot wounds to the body but here you are, you are still alive. I really can't believe Scarlett. I salute you for being so brave." "Your noise. Mariposa's car is already at Alpha Mouhiere Empire, she is leaving now!" she exclaimed.