Muichiro Death Novels & Stories

I know what will happen next, I already know. "Name: Watanabe Hikaru." It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Things I have prepared but my mind still can not handle. "Age: 45 years old." The man I am picking up now owns a hostel in Osaka. But behind that hostel covers the sale of paid women, making hentai videos and all sorts of other acts of coercion and threatening murder. "C-Cause Of Death: Accidental Death." I forced myself to finish reading even though I was trembling and could barely cope with the received memories. I took a deep breath before reading the last. "Time of Death: 9:45 am." It was there that the ground finally swallowed th

Michael remained silent for a long time. Frederick's death was a huge tragedy. By right, Michael should have found out about it last night. It was just that he was too busy spending time with Jordan at that time, so he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to the outside news. That was why he and Jordan only found out about Frederick's death after arriving at Crystalis. It was very difficult for him to accept the news of Frederick's passing as well. How could Frederick die like that? Michael hung his head, clearly in deep thought. A while later, he finally snapped out of his thoughts.

It shows that when she fell to her death in the river, it was also a murder! There is someone who wants to use one death, to cover up another death. The police left the Mu family after understanding the situation. Mu Zi didn't know how she got back to her room, her whole body was a mess and a mess. Qiao Jingjia's death was like a huge alarm bell, hitting her brain hard, so that she could wake up and realize that her death was not an accident, and that there was a deeper conspiracy hidden there. In her confusion, she vaguely heard Murong Cheng's soothing voice.

No need to fuck like rabbits with a few days left to live. My phone buzzed with a text. It was from Scott Alphonsi. Funeral’s finally set up. January seventh. Morozov is attending. I ground my teeth. Fucking finally. I was convinced Riccardo Marino’s mind was going, because after receiving Niccolò’s body, he’d refused to bury him in his family’s plot out of grief. This would finally be closure. But it wasn’t good that Morozov would be there; he just wanted to be a looming shadow, a warning that no one should enter his turf again.

MITCH “Again?” I frowned, looking up from my laptop at Mike, who had just returned from a call we got from the elders. I was busy with some last-minute preparations with Miles, who we sent him to check what the call was. “The same.” He nodded, sitting on the armchair across from mine. “The mode of death is still the same,” he added. “Their organs?” Miles questioned. “Taken.” Sighing, Mike relaxed in the chair. “I doubt I would ever get used to that gruesome scene.”

He placed a steadying hand on my arm. “It is real. We are still recovering from the shock.” I shook my head, tears blurring my sight. “Mich is dead? How? I saw him yesterday.” My voice broke. “We went to the coronation together yesterday. He held my waist. He kissed me. He…” Damon’s voice cut through my trembling. “He was shot this morning.” The world spun around me. Shot. Mich. Alpha Mich. Strong. Intelligent. Impossible-to-catch Mich. Dead? “He received a call from an unknown number asking for a private meeting and he left.” Damon continued.

So why would he commit suicide? Nobody knew exactly what happened to Zhang Haixing that night, but with a policeman’s acuity, Huo Qiao was certain the chances of Zhang Haixing being murdered were higher than him killing himself. If he was indeed murdered, the killer was apparently an expert at counter-reconnaissance. A life was taken by his hands, yet they had not left behind a hint of a trail! Having not spoken a word for a while, Gu Mocheng spoke suddenly, “It’s suicide, but not a suicide!”