Muichiro Death Novels & Stories

"This is Mahiriko Quihiro, the youngest son of the CEO of Hirocorp. His family are one of the most famous businesses workers and leaders. Their family is highly respected and highly educated. And guess what they did?" "What?" "This Mahiriko boy slaughtered his parents on their sleep. Slitting their throat with a kitchen knife. His brother Yukihiro was the most tortured one and I don't want to talk about it, you don't want to puke your breakfast. His eldest brother Kazuhiro was the only survivor, because he lives at Switzerland. A maid from the mansion was the witness on how he escaped quietly away from the crime scene and he's not alone." "This Nick Auburn helped him." Kaiser finished his se

Mauro then opened his mouth to speak again, but he suddenly thought of something and hesitated. "By the way, while checking the casualty list in the labor camp, we came across a name that you might recognize." I cocked my eyebrow at him. "Who is it?" "Maybe you should have a look yourself," Mauro said, handing over a wrinkly photograph. The person in the photo was skin and bones. It was Valerio. He had died in a wall collapse accident. Apparently, he'd been slacking off and didn't manage to reinforce the walls in time, resulting in him being bitten to death by several zombies that swarmed in at once.

“He was found dead in his cell yesterday morning. It says here he died in his sleep of a heart attack.” Michael swallowed. The Stalker, Mickey, was dead and it sounded a lot like he had died in a dream. “Yeah,” he said, “sounds like he got what he deserved. Look, Mom, I gotta go out.” He struggled out of his seat and rushed for the door, grabbing a jacket as he went.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

One of them shouted. And then in that moment, when Mickey was probably thinking if how he would spend the bounty on my head. Submachine gunfire, mixed with the slashing sound of a very sharp sword cutting through flesh interrupted him. He turned back towards his men who were all smiling a few minutes ago, they all laid dead and in pieces, he stood there staring at their corpses, his stare was met with the wild stare of the mute. Chucks stared at him gloomily, waiting for him to make a move, and as expected he quickly tried to to the pistol back to my face. Chuks swung the sword and Mickey's arm fell to the ground. He staggered to the corner of the room and sat down, clenching the severed arm

Mario just died . I killed him. I finally killed him. It's over. The war is all over. I saved everyone. Everyone is alive, and he's gone. I smiled and tried lifting my other arm to pull myself up and realized that I can't move. I'm becoming weaker than before and I'm slowly slipping from the grip of the railing. I began to panic. I know I wanted to die tonight, but not like this. Not beside Mario's body. Not that kind of painful death.

said Severino. “Wait! What do you mean take care of everything?” asked Vicktor. “Well, Yoshiro and his men killed our guards who were taking care of the building.” “My god! Was he trying to up his kill count? Why kill innocent people?” “That is why Michel is different. He never kills anyone even though they deserve it,” said Severino. “Yes, our Michel is different. Why do you think he was chosen?” asked Vicktor. “Are you sure our plan will work?” asked Severino.

We both let out an exhaled breath before our attention moved to the hangar. "Get down on your knees!!" Micky screamed as he pointed his gun at Drake's mother. She dropped to her knees without hesitation as my gaze landed on Diego's lifeless body on the concrete. His eyes were still open, staring blankly at nothing as the lights were turned off. Blood trailed from his mouth and chest as it pooled around him. Hudson was dead.

He was on the ground, Niko held his hand as he breathed his last. I rushed towards him and took his free hand. The bullet went right through his chest and as he tried to speak, blood spurted out of him. Fuck. This wasn't good. "Stay with me! Stay with me, Mike!" Niko yelled but it was too late. Mike had stopped moving. He died with a proud smile on his face. Niko fell against Mike as he mourned his friend. I would have done the same but my anger only increased. Gianni and all his men had to die for this.

to agree on the next move. — Let's talk in private, Sergio. This is a very delicate matter. — You're right, let's go inside. —Bianchi said as he entered the car with the man. Suddenly, the man leaned in to whisper something in Bianchi's ear. — This is a message from Moretti. Sergio Bianchi didn't have a chance. The bullet went through his heart, tearing it apart from the inside. The only sound was his final breath, a choking sigh that was lost in the air. Death itself claimed his soul, and so did Hell.