Minato Death Stare Novels & Stories

Jay-Dee panicked, she wasn't sure where and how to hide away from her sight. Disappointed, she clicked her tongue. “Damn, you let go too soon, Dude. This woman is still alive." “Stay out of this, Vintah,” Jay-Dee snapped in between coughs, but Minah did not even spare her a glance. “Should we do a second take? Strangle her to death this time, alright? Go.” She signaled Brandon to choke Jay-Dee again but the man did not make any slightest movement. He stood there, staring at her— probably confused as hell discerning from his furrowed eyebrows.

For a moment neither of us speaks. The silent realm stretches endlessly around us. Then I realize something. I am still holding his hand. And the tattoos are still calm. My fingers tighten slightly. Kieran notices the same thing at the exact same moment. His gaze lifts slowly back to mine. The realization passes between us without words. The burning never came. And neither of us knows why. But as I stand in this place of truth, holding the hand of Death while his ink stays quiet, I cannot stop thinking about that flicker in the man-shaped figure’s eyes.

“Shoot me... please... shoot me, Boss... please...” Chief Mandolos's jaw locked, his hands behind his back shaking slightly. Matteo closed his eyes briefly, but didn’t move. Annabelle turned her head, trying to stop herself from vomiting. Nina’s face was stone. But her eyes weren’t. They were full. Not of fear. Of something deeper. A shift. She had seen death before at Lorenzo's. But this, this was personal. Then the final act. The third man, unconscious, was nailed to the pole.

Her voice wavered more and more as she spoke, because Lilith was watching her with thinly veiled contempt. Without a word, Lilith turned on Jasmine's phone and projected the chat history onto the screen for everyone to see. "Some truths must be seen clearly. Jasmine must not die in vain." "What do you mean? Jasmine's death wasn't just organ failure?" Cold sweat formed on Emma's forehead. The screen began scrolling through messages between Emma and Jasmine. [Jasmine, you lost. Your husband and child are mine now.] [Don't think you can disappear and I'll be powerless. I'll take everything from you. Even your treatment spot. I just sweet-talked them a bit and they gave it to me. Just die alread

The papers scattered across the polished wood surface. "Dead?" His voice was ice-cold, without a trace of the warmth that used to be there. Celeste looked up, startled by his tone. "Marcus, what's wrong? You look terrible." She tried to put on her usual innocent expression, but something in his eyes made her shrink back. "Celeste, aren't you the expert at playing dead?" His words were sharp as broken glass. When Celeste saw the fury in his face, she immediately shifted into victim mode.

The one and only Deathstroke. If he thinks he's so good for killing my girl, I can't wait to see how he reacts to seeing the face of the one and only Reaper. I jumped into the ring and pummeled him into the ground. I held him down, punching him over and over again. Nothing could ever make me stop. All I could see was Sienna's lifeless body hanging off the side of the stage. A picture that I'll never be able to erase from my mind. I faintly hear Javier in the background instructing someone to help him. I was glad I had Javier. Without even knowing what was going on, he was immediately on the scene. With Javier looking after Sienna, it meant that I could focus on this scumbag in front of me.

Well, a camera was watching me, I raised my middle finger to it and shouted, "Fuck you." The ding noise of the elevator made me look toward it as it slid open, I went out of it. The last time I was here, I saw a girl die. My eyes watered as I remembered the incident of yesterday. I heard a muffled noise and I knew I was not the only one up here. Fuck. I turned to leave but heard a voice say in Italian. "Guardami, Idiota." (Look at me, Idiot.) I froze. I turned back but saw no one. Who said that?. I knew I wasn't alone on the goddamn rooftop.

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

I pushed the start button to project it onto the screen on the wall so everyone could see. The video started out dark but loud cheering could be heard. The camera refocused and About 40 or so dirty rogues could be seen sitting in stands cheering. Whoever was filming this was in the first row. A door to the right opens and 2 filthy looking men who looked near crazed entered into the arena. I looked around at those in the conference room confused. My mother gasped and I turned back to the screen just as a very dirty, beaten and naked Ireland was shoved into the arena. I get up and run toward the screen like I am going to run to her. I reach up and touch her hair just as the camera zooms in on

Chapter 37 RECOMMENDED SONG: " Stand Still " By Sabrina Claudio ~❤️ The door was closed off from outside, leaving the two of them alone. An abrupt desperation crawled through her chaotic mind. She glanced at the man lying on the bed with his deathly pale face. His dark hair had swayed over his left eye, radiating a striking appearance on his Dominant face. Unlike other times, he was looking exceptionally calm without any hint of his dominance blazing out from his face.