Notti Osama Death Video Novels & Stories

However, Oliver doubted Daniel's ability to kill Nathan. The following day, around noon, Oliver received a video from Daniel. In the footage, Nathan lay motionless in a pool of blood, a sharp blade dangerously close to his heart, his complexion pale. Oliver watched the video repeatedly, detecting no signs of editing or staging. It stirred something within him. He settled in the living room, anticipation tugging at him. Every ten minutes, he refreshed the trending topics, waiting for news.

"Show me." The video loaded on a forensic laptop several minutes later. Static filled the screen initially. Then the image stabilized. Victor appeared. Alive. Nervous. Looking directly into the camera. The timestamp showed it had been recorded only a few hours before his death. Victor swallowed visibly before speaking. "If you're watching this, I'm already dead." The room froze. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Victor continued. "I don't have much time." His eyes darted toward something off-screen before returning to the camera.

Kisa only looked at them calmly, "All you want is to see me dead." As soon as she finished speaking, the screen switched channels. A video was playing on it. Sharon dropped to the floor out of shock when she saw the video. Her face turned pale. Howard reacted the same way too. His face was filled with shock. It was as if he had met a ghost. The video was taken at a small wooden hut. From that angle, it was obvious that it was outside of the hut, and everything was clear. Behind the window was Sharon, Howard, and Anthony.

The room went so quiet you could hear the hum of the cooling fans. Another screen beeped… a new notification. This was a messy, handheld video taken by a scout on the street. It showed a Black Tide car spun out on the road. The driver was slumped over the wheel. There was a specific, clean cut across his throat… a surgical strike that left a very specific "signature." It was the calling card of a man who knew exactly where the arteries were. Marrow’s signature. Silas stared at the image of his dead soldier. Then, he did something no one expected.

They saw the explosion—one where Zayn was trapped. Liam passed his phone to Joe. “It’s real. Sergeant Larson is alive. Look! They caught this video in Tael City. You see that? Those are Atlas and Ramses Bleu. He killed them.” “What the hell?” Joe glanced at Zayn’s likeness in the video and leaped to his feet, surprised. The video was not at all in high definition, but it was clear enough for Joe to identify him. “What the hell is going on? He died that day, didn’t he? So how did he come back from the dead?” Joe exclaimed, aghast.

he runs over with one of his men, and we hear Horus barking even more from a distance. "What kind of package?" Oscar asked. "The team already investigated it, sir. It's a tablet with the option to view a single video, and then it will stop working. It doesn't contain viruses or anything. They left it two kilometers from the base, inside our perimeter. They just left it and walked away. I already sent a team to inspect the area." The three wolves have serious faces. Noah collects tablet and sets it on the table while we analyze it. "It will effectively self-destruct.

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

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

His hands began to shake. “What the fuck has happened?” I asked. None of them could speak. Their eyes were misty, their faces etched with shock. Artemis looked out the window. I snatched the phone from his hand and what I saw catapulted me into another shock. Alpha Jacob was lying dead on the floor, his chest blasted with a silver bullet. Someone had removed his mask. The man with the video rushed to him to drag him out, but it was apparent that Jacob had died. His body was limp and his eyes stared into emptiness.