Mina Ashido Death Novels & Stories

she said, giving me something that was lying on a small red cloth. “This….” My eyes developed more tears as I cried profusely, my headache but I couldn’t stop myself from expressing my weakness. It was our engagement ring. I could still remember that day, the incident still buried in my heart and can never be forgotten. It was our wedding ring covered in blood which means… “Ashman is dead.” I vibrated as I spilled the bitter truth, my body was vibrating and my legs wobbled. I couldn't hold myself any longer and I collapsed on the floor.

Chapter 27 Asim's pov A lot has happened in just one week it's all so strange ,the video of me and Naunet caused a lot of damage but i sorted that out with my connections and a press conference ,I had to come up with a lie that I was under the influence of alcohol and the video was taken down that same day . Then all of a sudden the news of Khalid's death hit me hard ,also Akira's disappearance.I haven't been myself for days now ,everything happening is just driving me crazy .

said Vicktor. “Shh, shhh,” shushed Michelangelo as the news reporter started saying, “we again like to inform people who are tuning in now that a corpse was found near the docks, a male in his thirties, police recognised him as Ishida Yoshiro, son of Ishida Masayuki, the rich man from Thobhu Limri. We would like to say that the pictures are disturbing so viewer's discretion is advised. The corpse was stabbed as well as burned.

Jiro died on the spot. After blood gushed from his mouth, he collapsed forward and died. Since he was right in front of Reiko, the blood splattered all over her. Her expression turned ashen. Her white uniform, beautiful face, and fair skin were all covered in blood. “Kaze Lee?” Aiden watched from the side as his eyes narrowed. Half an hour later, Reiko came back with fresh clothes and a clean face. Aiden said to her, “Kaze Lee is retaliating against us.”

Ashley said In tears. “ Tirana.... Is dead ” Asmodeus said cutting her off with a light chuckle. “ What ?? ” Ashely couldn't believe her ears. “ I killed her ” “ That's not possible... No, she's not dead ” Ashley said shaking her head. It's not true right ? Tirana her best friend isn't dead right ? No ! No !! It can't be. “ She's dead little witch.... You should see the way she was riding me so hard before I .... ”

Miranda opened her hands in question. The ghost didn't answer that question. She crossed her arms and looked away. She had no response for the human girl, because Miranda hit the truth right on. Since her death, Asher seem to have lost all sense of reasoning and of self. He drove himself insane with thoughts of avenging her death and completely forgot about taking care of himself, loving himself. He was punishing himself for her death, when in truth, the Luna had already moved on from the tragedy. She wasn't sure how she came to accept her death, but it was strongly influenced with the knowledge that she had to die. The ghost sucked her teeth and shook her head. Miranda read the ghost's sile

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

“Even if she was wounded?” He exhaled heavily as he sat back in his chair. “The coroner said that Ashad died almost instantly,” he said. “Wounded or not, she would have been crazed. We both had combat training growing up. With that mix, the assassin wouldn’t have stood a chance.” “Okay, then,” I said. “So… she kills the woman. At that point, she knows she’s still in danger. So, she puts the body in her place, sets the car on fire, and disappears. Just like they planned.”

There should have been three of them, but Karsh informed him that the third, Aremine, had passed away not too long ago. “It’s sad,” Asher remarked as we waited for the councilors to come to Keller’s. “He was a good friend of Lancel’s back in the day.” I blinked at him, suddenly realizing that his beloved guard hadn’t been around for quite some time. I then remembered what he told me about the day Marco had been brought to him, when Adalyn had administered the poison. Asher released a sigh and shook his head before I could utter a word.

His breath shook against my hair. “If you don’t come back,” he whispered, “this world will never forgive you.” I pulled away just enough to look at him. “Neither will I.” Then I turned and walked into the shadows. Hours later, the news broke. Asaraiah Kaine: deceased. Burned in an ambush. No survivors. Malrik watched the footage in silence as the world mourned or celebrated or prepared to move on. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak. He simply closed his eyes and felt the bond stretch—not snap, not fade—but pull thin enough to hurt.