Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Let him try to figure out how a man like me took down his best. He would think twice next time. ~~~ Emon Back at his penthouse, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, phone still in hand, staring out into the early morning gloom. My assistant had gone quiet on the other end. Marcus had sent the report: three men dead. One still barely breathing. All returned like gifts in a bloodied SUV. No evidence. No witnesses. Just Edward’s name whispered in warning. The same Edward who lived in a worn-down cottage on the edge of the university. The same one who baked bread, who wore glasses and taught physics as if he was a clueless old man.

"And yet somehow, this pathetic student managed to win a national award. Everyone believed it, including me. I let you fool me for years." His expression hardened. "But we're awake now, Esme. You're finished." He turned and walked out, ignoring the sound of her fists pounding against the bars. Her screams dissolved into sobs. She slid down to her knees, begging, "Edwin, I don't want to go to prison, I don't want to die! Please… Can you save me? Just give me a settlement. I'm begging you." Edwin paused. For a moment, hope flickered across her face. She said, "I knew you still cared—"

With a tilt of his wrist, he poured the whiskey he had just let breathe--rich and aromatic--straight into the silver ice bucket beside him. The amber liquid splashed softly against the metal. Then he took a fresh crystal glass and, with deliberate patience, cut new ice and poured himself another drink. Every movement was smooth and unhurried, carrying a quiet authority that discouraged interruption. "Edward died from poisoning," Hugh said at last. His voice remained low, almost drifting through the pale blue haze of cigar smoke. "And by coincidence, I happen to know exactly what kind of poison it was." The composure Broderick had been forcing onto his face shattered instantly.

"Overdosing on digitalis can lead to poisoning, arrhythmia, or even cardiac arrest. Anyone can find that information online. Whoever did it must’ve planned it long ago. “While I understand these things, Edmund’s accident had nothing to do with us. My grandparents only taught me how to save lives, not take them." Ethan chuckled. "You're overthinking. I didn't mean to suspect you." "Just because you don’t suspect me doesn't mean others don’t. Edward kept insisting that Elliot killed Edmund, correct?" Sophia looked at Edward. "If Elliot wanted to kill Edmund, he wouldn't use such a foolish method. At least he wouldn't have chosen to act last night. Edmund died when we went there, but do you thi

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as

Catherine smiled slightly. “Only souls…can go to the u-underworld after they die, and I-I don’t have…one.” This time, she closed her eyes and it never opened again. Kaiden gasped from his hidden spot and turned sharply to run away but Edward raised his hand and pulled him directly to himself and he slit Kaiden’s throat with his claws. Looking into his elder brother’s shocked eyes, Edward said, “no more mercy this time,” and threw Kaiden’s body away before he gave up the ghost.

My name is Jacob Brewer, and I'm the oldest child in my family. Both my parents are top graduates from elite colleges. My younger sister, Willow Brewer, is in third grade and gets perfect scores in every subject. My little brother, Ivan Brewer, has only just learned to talk, yet he can already recite the periodic table from memory. And then there's me, forever scraping by with barely passing grades. So when Willow cashes in her perfect grades for a family trip to Serova over the Christmas holiday, I volunteer to stay home. "I'll stay behind and take care of Grandma since she's paralyzed." Mom hesitates, but Dad simply turns to me and says coldly, "Fine by me. Being a good son might be

The jacket had hot chocolate- colored elbow patches and she chose a cutout fringe petal pink turtleneck do accompany it. Meredith took a quick shower and pulled on a Saint Lauren highrise jean pencil skirt as she heard Brayden start up the blue bathroom shower. She put her hair in a french twist and finished getting dressed and was glad she didn’t have to ignore him and he had kept his distance while Taylor was over. But what Edward had said to her kept replaying in her mind. He was right, Meredith didn’t choose what she could and couldn’t do. It was all according to the Death Contract. Of course, she couldn’t have admitted that top Edward. And she couldn’t really tell Taylor what was going

Edwin growled “I know it is you that sent them, it’s all coming back, it was so weird in months both our friends had died, and you’re still unharmed while I am being targeted?!? It just proved I'm next on your list!” “ stop talking Edwin, you sound delusional, I don’t know where you heard all this bullshit but it is not true” the viscount eludes trying to get his friend to see reasoning from his perspective “ why would I even want you dead? “