Mr Beast Death Novels & Stories

Zara replied going through her phone and she screams. Debbie and Kate looked at her with questioning looks “ Mr Jefferson is dead, it's all over the internet I can't believe this, I heard rumours about him having brain cancer” Zara said with wide eyes shaking her head. “Mr Jefferson? Alexander Jefferson's dad?” Kate asked checking her phone and truly the news was flying fast “that is my all time favourite celebrity,I could only imagine how he would be feeling right now” she added feeling sad. Confused Debbie could only stare at them and glanced at the pictures. “Come on guys don't get sad,I guess it was just his time”she mutters and they sighed “ Let's go watch a movie before going to bed”sh

No proper movies are coming at all today, so I put a news channel. However, I didn’t look at it at all. Then I heard ‘Stone Corporation', and I immediately concentrated on the news and even increased the volume. There, standing is Ms.Sheela along with some man beside her. They look quite cozy with each other. What am I even thinking? He must be some family member. Yeah, that’s it! I shook my head and listened when one reporter asked her "Ms.Sheela, we heard that you got engaged to Mr.Stone. Is it true?”

The very next day, the news broke that her brakes had failed, sending her off the road to her death. The truth was finally out in the open for the entire world to see. The perfect family was nothing but a nest of murderers, shameless mistresses, toxic bastards, and conniving grifters. They had built a 20-year empire of wealth and luxury right on top of my mother's bones, and they tried to use the same method to strip me of everything I owned. I looked at their faces, each one twisted in absolute terror, and hit a button on my phone to alert the police.

"Mister Kane, I'll stay wherever you put me at. I—I'll listen to you!" Alexander said nothing more. He maintained his distance with Acela and took her back to New Chesire Group. … That midnight in the Hart Mansion. "Gordon!" Briscoe looked at his son's cold corpse. He looked at his broken neck and mouth covered in blood. His gaze wallowed in sorrow as he wept, "Who did this? Who killed my son?! How could you have survived, Monkey?!" Monkey was covered in bandages. He knelt on the floor and cried. "That should've been me, sir! Our… Our opponent was a young man, and he looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He…"

X is typing. That typing was a long time on my screen, almost killing me with curiosity. Mr. X (online) — If you’re really curious, I can kill your curiosity. My stomach seems to be full of butterflies. For some reason, your words move me. Mr. X (online) — Who is the woman behind Talia? I face the screen seriously... I observe my entire room. I feel the silence that pervades my home and the solitude that has become my most faithful companion... Who the hell am I?

But the other part of me that just want to see the end… Daniel exhaled slowly and continued. “He looks exactly like Victor Harrington. Julian’s half-brother—same father, different mothers. Victor was officially declared dead six years ago after that yacht accident off Monaco. Body never recovered, massive insurance payout, the whole thing. But this photo… it’s him. Same jawline, same eyes. It’s uncanny.” I stared at the image, pulse quickening, a chill racing down my spine. “Does it mean he is not actually dead? That he’s been out there all this time, watching us?”

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

“The police and FDA investigators have been looking into groups like this for months.” My mother covered her mouth. Adrian looked at the waiver as if it had turned into a weapon in his hands. My father lowered the papers. For the first time since he entered the room, he looked old. The monitor gave one long, empty tone. A paramedic checked the clock. “Time of death, 6:27 a.m.” My mother collapsed into sobs. Adrian shut his eyes. My father stood there with the waiver trembling in his hand.