Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Novels & Stories

None of the people in the living room stopped grinning. “Finally.” Mrs. Ophelia muttered in a low sigh. The next morning came as a tragic moment for everybody in the New York City. Matilda Smith was dead, and she killed herself after handing over all her inheritance to her husband. It didn't stop spreading over the internet, newspapers, magazines and all other means available. Eduardo appeared to be the saddest, standing in front of the reporters with a gloomy look, dressed in an all black suit to match the mood.

She shouted with an ugly expression, “Waltz, do you want to die? Just because you sit as president in Thousand Miles, do you think you can just step all over the head of our Coleman family?! Have you lost your mind? Although Thousand Miles is California’s underground king, it’s just because the Colemans disdain being part of that circle. Do you see who this is? He is a master from the Missouri Colemans, the youngest Earth Expert level warrior. One of him can kill a thousand of you, and you still won't kneel and bow your head?” “The one who should kneel is you! I see that you're the one looking for death instead!”

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

Edward was dead because of his crooked mind. “I don’t need your charity dear sister-in-law. Caitlin is your sister and she deserves her share of money as much as you did. Except she’s not the favourite daughter and you are not as innocent as you seem. You’re going to die; and Caitlin would inherit everything. It’s the only way. I will be the owner of Thornton enterprise.”

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

“He bought the company that held the intermediary records, buried the data access chain, threatened litigation, and placed Armitage under instructions to report any further inquiry.” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Then Armitage died.” “Yes.” “And Arthur thought the death was connected.” “He suspected it. He had no proof.” Mrs. Crawford finally spoke from the doorway, voice trembling with anger. “So a baby became valuable to someone because of a medical trait?” Edwin looked at her. “Potentially.” “No,” she said, stepping forward. “Do not potentially me. Say what you mean.” Edwin’s mouth tightened. For the first time, he looked cornered.

Noelle's POV Two months later, I saw the final report on the news in my office. "Investigation concludes a massive gas leak caused the fatal explosion at the Ravencrest Industries headquarters. CEO Dexter Ravencrest and his partner, Jenica, are confirmed deceased." The news anchor's voice was flat, reporting the end of a dynasty like it was the evening weather. For a fleeting moment, a ghost of an old ache passed through me. A memory of a different girl, dizzy with joy on the day she learned the Alpha King was her fated mate.

He ran after me and pulled me back by the arm when the meaning of what I had said sank. ‘Wait what are you talking about, who is Miles?’ Edmond asked looking desperate. ‘You haven't heard of him?’ I asked feigning confusion. ‘No. I haven't. Who is he?’ Edmond was agitated. ‘Well. Miles is grandpa’s new veterinary doctor. You need to see this guy, believe me, it is actually a crime for a man to be that handsome. How can a doctor be walking around looking like a sex god,’ I said shaking my head to add spice to what I was saying.

“But if you weren’t king, who would it be? Where would we have gone, where Millicent wouldn’t have found us? Would we all have been safe? Sending Ora away meant she got to live a full and happy life. Until recently, that is.” “You had better come back to me. There is no doubt in my mind I will die without you.” Edgar confessed. I look at him mockingly and scoff. He is so reckless and is more likely to die than me. “We had better look after ourselves then. It’s not like we will be together in the afterlife.” This is another one of our conversations. We pray to different goddesses and have different beliefs about the afterlife. “Not even death himself will keep me from my queen,” Edgar says, w

I saw myself curled up on the pile of hay. My body lay there, my face pale, and my lips purple. I had forgotten that I was already dead and couldn’t touch anyone anymore. The witch was right. Bella would die at sixteen. It was just that no one expected mine would end first before Bella’s time ran out. I died on Bella’s sixteenth birthday, when my mom said, “Just bear with it.”