Mr Beast Death Novels & Stories

It's been two weeks since I met vincenzo, Gabrielle, and Valentino. My mafia is hosting a ball to welcome the Italian mafia, which means I'll be seeing Vincenzo. The ball is on Saturday, It's Monday and Mia, Gabrielle and I are going dress shopping.

" Why are you here? Don't you have better things to do?" " Nothing is better than seeing you in this miserable state, if you must know it. " She giggled. "At first, I didn't believe it . But I just had to come and confirm it with my own eyes. The almighty Mike Williams has become a dreadful beggar. Such a plot twist of life. " She laughed mockingly. " I don't want to see you again. " " Oh my dear, I still want to see you. You remember that car, don't you? "

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

"Now!" No one dared oppose him. The doctor arrived swiftly. After a brief examination, he shook his head. "Hypothermia. She passed about 60 to 72 hours ago." "That's impossible!" Carlo shouted. "I only kept her locked up for three days! How could she have died that early?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Your beloved Benedetta did this. She gave you the final push and made my death possible," I wanted to tell him, but the words died on my lips.

"Don't tell me he's dead!" The manager could only tremble in fright. "M-Mr. Dawson, I'm speaking the truth here! Mr. Campbell really is dead! Last night, his car ran off the overpass on the east side of the city. The car was destroyed, and he died in the accident. The forensic doctor has determined Mr. Campbell to have been drunk-driving prior to the accident." Michael felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His complexion was drained of all color at that moment. Even Jordan was so shocked that he could barely utter a word.

Chapter 22: The Echo of the Duke ​The creature in the doorway didn't have a face. It was a shifting mass of bronze gears and jagged glass, held together by a flickering white light that made the shadows in the basement scream. Every time a gear turned, the sound of a thousand ticking clocks filled my skull, making my vision blur. This was the "Time-Eater"—the physical manifestation of the memories Julian had traded away.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

I remembered, processing everything. "Yes, Nish, the first days were hard, but I was trying again and again to get to you," Max commented with a downcast face. "How do you explain your death?" I frowned, feeling a bit nervous. "I want to clarify that I did not commit suicide, Nish, who would believe that?" I loved my life and sadly it was taken from me, ”he snapped a little annoyed. "Do you know who killed you, Max?" I wanted to know. We were talking about what I had suspected all this time: that Max had been murdered and there was a murderer on the loose.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

The air in New York had never felt so clean. Luca’s funeral was grand. For the sake of the family’s reputation, it had to be. To the outside world, he died a heroic sacrifice by protecting family interests in a violent clash with a rival organization. This was so that the Corleone name remained untarnished, and Luca was given the last shred of dignity he would ever receive.