Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Novels & Stories

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.

- What do you want to say, husband? - Baby, when I hear you say that, you must stay calm. - Yes. Receiving a nod from her, Edwards took a deep breath and then he began to speak - Actually, my mother's death was not an accident. It was... taking a deep breath, Edwards hugged her tighter and said slowly - It was arranged by someone, so that my mother died in a car accident, but in fact, my mother died because someone wanted to harm her, to take away the position of Mrs. Watson of the HWatson family.

Ignoring everyone, Serena eyed Edgar with a challenging look and said, "You wanted to play this game, right? I'll play along, then. What's the worst that could happen? I don't care if I die." Face ashen, Edgar roared, "You'd even kill me, Serena?" "There's no honor in old people who cling to life in desperation, refusing to die. If you kill my man, I'll kill you," Serena declared, her voice steely with determination. Cyndi, who stood nearest to Serena, had gone pale when Serena first pulled out the gun. But after a moment of terror, she no longer felt scared.

Seventy-four: Mia Crescent Somehow, I had survived the fight. Mason took me back to New York. Valentina was dead. My uncle was dead. My brother was dead. And Edwina had nearly died in the process, but she had managed to survive somehow. There was also something strange that had passed between her and Cole that I couldn’t explain. One day, back in New York when Harper and I had been reunited, I had been having lunch with her in the big kitchen as Mason was off working on something pack related for me.

Just before the call went through,Edward shot randomly. He didn't even look back yet the bullet made a straight dive into her temple. "Hello?? How may we help you??" the call went through just when the lady fell to her death. He took the elevator,the gun gently brushing at the side of his pants. Oh God..Liam so wouldn't like himself today.Edward was saying in his heart. He was just about to step out when his boots crushed something underneath. He picked up a wristwatch.Small and petite.The glass broken.

Edward looked at me as if he understood my struggle. "Well, you don't have to be sad over that guy's death. Well, the sad part is no one came to claim his body or they aren't able to find any of his family. It was just his bad day." Edward said everything he can think of. Well at least for the family part I felt for him. I would have been sad even after death if my family wouldn't be able to see my last breath.

"Guess you're not that smart after all, Ashton. You walked right into the gas chamber! You're not getting out, so die in there, slowly and painfully. I'll make sure to enjoy the view!" "Oh, it's you, you trash. You're here, too? Sounds like you're tired of living," Ashton said icily. "No one humiliates me, Ashton Gray! You stole my woman and ruined my reputation. How could I ever spare you? If you want to kill me, make it to me alive first!" Edmund's eyes bulged as he worked the mechanisms, flooding Ashton's room with Deathwraith, a poison. In an instant, the poison—deadly enough to kill even those in the semi-transcendent realm—permeated the room, swallowing Ashton whole.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Mikel was not the talkative type she knew, but this was a new level of quiet. “Mikel?” she called softly, extending her neck in a worried manner. “What for? ” Mikel took a deep breath, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "I need to tell you something. Something I've kept to myself." Emma's heart missed a beat. Mikel had always been someone Fabian and Loretta trusted implicitly. If he had something to say now, then it had to be important. "It's about Edward," Mikel started, his voice so low. "The day Edward died… I saw it happen. I saw Lucas kill him."

“Just replace yourself with Edith and imagine, will you survive this strong grip of those claws?” Obviously not! I gulped a lump in my throat with great difficulty as the live action of my possible stupidity was right before my eyes. This compromise was indeed in my favor, as I was alive and there was a hope to see my kids again. What if King Edgar literally killed me in a fit of anger? Edith was a shifter, that was why he didn’t show any lack of oxygen. I wouldn’t have survived ten seconds in that stronghold. As both men were busy in a fatal staring contest, I had to intervene.