Mr Beast Death Novels & Stories

"Collins wasn't lying. I’m done for!' Cabe’s heart veins broke at the eighth punch, but Chase did not stop punching him. When he punched Cabe for the ninth time, Cabe’s body burst into a bloody mess. He had exploded from Chase’s punch. Just like that, one of Eastern Ocean’s Heavenly Masters who had secretly achieved a breakthrough died without leaving a corpse behind. After Chase was done killing Cabe, he turned to see the last Heavenly Master who had come to Bactria, Aaron. He fell to his knees at Chase’s emotionless glare. “Spare my life, Collins. Have mercy and I’ll do anything for you!” “Oh, is that true?” Chase asked with indifference as he approached Aaron.

But all it took was a slight raise of his hand, and the crowd quieted, their raucous voices stilled by his commanding presence. "I am Vincent Casper, chief medical examiner of Ariant City. I have invited official journalists from the central news channel and our city's primary media outlets to witness the live broadcast of the truth behind this murder case." Murder case?! The crowd buzzed again, shock rippling through the room. These reporters were expecting a scandal about plagiarism, some small tabloid fodder. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine it would be tied to something as serious as a murder. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Charles and Arianna, subtly edgi

It has been a whole freaking month. “We have to see, Henry. I have something I wish for us to talk about and I do not know how you are going to take it but I promise to go with whatever you want” She declared. “Is it something serious?” Henry asked “It is quite serious” “Then we should meet up today. Send me a text with your house address and I will come to you after work.” “Or better still, I could meet you at your house and we can talk there. It is really something I do not want an external person hearing if you know what I mean”

Mom and Dad collapsed to the floor, their breathing shallow and ragged. Stomach cancer. Starved to death. Child abuse. Every single word felt like a sledgehammer slamming into their chests, making it painful just to breathe. The coroner called the police officers over, and they turned to Mr. Gibson. "What did Joshua usually eat at school?" Mom and Dad snapped out of their daze and exchanged a look of sheer dread. Frowning, Mr. Gibson replied truthfully, "Plain bread."

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

"According to the coroner, Ms. Giselle Moore died between 9:00 pm and 10:00 pm last night. The cause of death was an acute asthma attack, though the wound on her forehead also contributed to her rapid decline." Gary felt as though his heart had stopped beating. "So it was an asthma attack… That inhaler…" Before he could finish, Zachary hurled a disc across the table. His voice was cold. "When we looked into it, we realized the surveillance footage from your house had been tampered with. Our technical team managed to recover the deleted files. Take a look at what a 'kind' person your sister Sophia actually is."

He was trying to explain to the people around him, but he only seemed to be trying to convince himself. Nate rushed in and ruined Brandon’s last hope. “Brandon, the DNA results from the first dismembered arm are out. The deceased is Wren Burr, and her husband is… Brandon Damon. “The leg that was discovered from the underground sewage also belonged to Wren.” The sharp words pierced through everyone. Some of them started crying immediately, and others almost fainted from grief. Brandon was at a loss. He did not understand why he would feel such an intense pain over the death of someone he had once hated so much.

he said roughly with a frown. "I'm Sebastian, I didn't realize that I was in my Death mode and I haven't eaten all day," I replied and he grunted as he stood and grabbed a plate of pineapple with spam slices. He handed me the plate and I nodded my head in thanks as I quickly devoured the meager meal. "So tell me Sebastian, what caused you to become a shadow apparition," he asked, handing me a bottle of paniolo Hawaiian whiskey. "You've dealt with Death before, thanks for the paniolo," I mumbled and he grinned slightly.

109 Maximus POV. I stood there, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I stared at Melezo and Felicity lying on the bed. Melezo, the man who had almost killed me, and Felicity, the woman he had taken from me by force. Indeed I was not dead, have you ever seen the main actor die in his own film? No isn't it? So why was I dead?

” I stood up and ran to the living room to see what news Richard talked about. The television blared in the background, the sound of police sirens and breaking news filling the room. Richard followed me into the house and sat comfortably on the plush leather couch, sipping a glass of fine wine, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The headline flashed across the screen in bold red letters: “Malcolm Blackwood Confirmed Dead in Car Accident.”He took another slow sip, his eyes fixed on the screen, watching the footage like it was his favorite show. “This news.” Richard said happily.