Muichiro Death Novels & Stories

replied Virando, lovingly cuddling his gentle beautiful Sumi Darling’s head for a quick moment. “I was terribly shocked and astonished when Mr. Muk Khai Khai in these present lives of ours nearly did something awful and terrible to me. Had you not been there to save me, I think something awful and terrible must have occurred to me.” Sumico was still somewhat traumatized thinking about her previous dreadfully horrifying ordeal occurring to her in King Richard Orlando Lie’s execution room.

Naoko's death shocked everyone back to their senses and that was when Tadashi backed out of the journey that he thought was only suicidal. The appearance of these mushrooms told Naoko that they were very close to the end of the original story and that her time to die was approaching. Since she was definitely not going to touch the mushroom, she was sure that something else would come for her, just like what happened when it was time for Hansuke's supposed death.

quipped Mike. "Of course not because only you'll die next." Bugh! Mike hit the policeman in the face with the metal dinner plate so many times that Mike's hand quickly stuck the fork on the policeman's neck who died instantly by spurting fresh blood, soaking Mike's body and face. Mike licked the blood off his lips, he smiled a little as he tasted the blood which wasn't too bad to taste, rather than the junk food he was getting now also mixed with blood now.

The sachet of instant coffee went into the mug of hot water, and still nothing. Wait— I moved closer to the screen to make sure I was seeing what they were displaying properly. "Kael Romano, who is suspected to be part of the infamous Mancini Mafia, was declared dead an hour ago after getting into a major accident while being pursued by the police." I read the display again and tried to make sense of it. He was dead. Ho- The word got caught in my throat as the video of a car blowing up showed on the TV immediately. It was on fire, the firefighters moving in, and I felt the mug in hand drop to the floor when I saw the paramedics bring out a burnt body.

Others insisted he had somehow set himself ablaze. As for the council members, they all had one person in mind. Still, nobody was foolish enough to mention Rico’s name. They were scared to meet the same fate as Marco and his father. A day after Marco’s death, Rico tracked down Associates Domenico and Giuseppe at their penthouse just outside the city. He put two bullets through Domenico’s head without hesitation, then dragged Giuseppe to the edge of his own swimming pool and held him beneath the water. Minutes later, the associate’s lifeless body floated in his own swimming pool.

“The night you called, the night you disappeared, Michelle died. Her health suddenly deteriorated and mum couldn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her. She left, she died in my arms.” Mike looks at his outstretched hands as though he remembers how that went. “And a week later, mum committed suicide.” He laughs bitterly then glares at me. His face is red and blotchy, I can see the veins in his forehead. “And you—” he sneers, “you were gone!” Air sucks out of me. I take a step back at the resentment oozing out of him. He takes one forward, his hands clenched into a tight fists.

He created Mickael, and now he's discarded him like trash. The worst thing is that I think Mickael didn't do anything. He didn't steal anything that would one day be his. He pointed the gun because he knew his days were numbered. Michael's death will probably have to do with what happened in Australia. Was this the peace treaty between him and the Italians? When I realized I was at home, there was no trace of Sarah. - Where is Sarah? - She went to her house. Come, we have to come up with an identical story for when your brother's body appears.

I asked, as many of them ran past us. Ciro shrugged. “Dunno, but I know that guy approaching us.” He pointed at a short, round man that looked like he was struggling to keep up with the pace of the crowd. Ciro snagged his arm when he tried to run past us, bringing him to a halt. “Jonnie, what’s going on?” Ciro asked. “There’s been a murder. Lucian Sterling is dead. They hung his head on a spike,” Jonnie replied as he tried to catch his breath.

Behind me, Vittorio's cries faded into the storm. ... It was six months later when Luca walked into my office again. "Signora. News from Chicago." "What is it?" I didn't look up from the document I was signing. "Vittorio Falcone," he paused. "He's dead." My pen stopped for a fraction of a second. Then it continued its smooth path across the paper. "How?" "Froze to death on the street. The police found him next to a dumpster. He was holding a photograph." "What photograph?"

"Keep a very close eye on her, Mario. Your instincts has helped in a lot of cases, so I won't take this one lightly." "Sì, signòre. I will." Mario replied. Then he added. "There's something else you should know." "What is it?" Antonio's voice dropped. "It's Teresa. She's dead." Antonio scoffed in annoyance. "I expected that." He muttered. "At least she was lucky enough to die a painless death. Get rid of her body and..." "She didn't die a normal death, signòre." Mario quickly cut in. "Something happened."