Our Flag Means Death Izzy Novels & Stories

The act of her picking the flag up was immortalized into a picture: a wide-eyed Edelgard with a Yuzuean flag in hand. “Oh no.” Jade did not even need Javier to tell her why this was bad. She already understood how Edelgard’s action would seem out of context. She could even predict the kind of headlines crawling all over the internet. ‘Edelgard Weiss waving a foreign flag at her own meet-n-greet.’ ‘Weiss: A Yuzuean national now?’ ‘Weiss stands with the Yuzueans on international matters.’

Quinn asked, "Does Izzy want money? Or does she want strawberries?" Hearing her father's words, Izzy tilted her little head and blinked her beautiful big eyes, thinking very seriously. She wanted the money and also wanted to eat strawberries, so how should she choose? After careful consideration, Izzy II raised her tiny hand and made a "2" sign, softly saying, "Daddy, Izzy wants 2." Quinn shook his head, "No, you can only choose one." After being sternly rejected by her father, Izzy II felt particularly wronged. She buried her head in her father's chest, pouting, "Daddy, Izzy wants money, and she also wants to eat strawberries."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Same reason. I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long been burned down to ashes. How could children who had already reincarnated be killed again? The landlord cursed a few times and left. Death's voice echoed in my ears. "Astrid, you have 24 hours left before your soul is annihilated." When I followed Nicholas home, Madison was live-streaming, crying, and pleading her innocence. "The person in the video is Astrid! She hates me for ruining her life of luxury and refuses to come out and clarify things..."

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

She had her chance to speak during her trial, but that was now over. Izzy handed me the blade, making eye contact with me. ‘I can do it.’ She said through our link. I loved that Izzy would do this for me, but it needed to be me. “You will die the way my father died. May the Moon Goddess have mercy on you, because our mercy is long gone. No, I take that back. I hope the Moon Goddess gives you hell for everything you did here on earth.” I said, before sticking the blade into her heart and twisting it.

Lissa continued, "If you really want this family to survive, bring Dave back" Lissa gave Izzy a sombre look and said, "If you can not bring my son back, just go and die someplace and never let your father know that you are dead." Izzy took a deep breath as she stood up from her seat, "Don't worry Mom, I promise to bring Dave back safely, even if I have to die a hundred times" ***********

“She didn’t do this!” “She murdered the healer!” Izzy’s voice rang through the crowd, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and triumph. “She deserves to pay!”

“That fucking talent of yours, that abomination that should be hidden, that’s what killed him!” Izzy flinches at his harsh words and takes a step back from him. She can feel tears forming in her eyes, but no matter how much she tries to remember, she cannot. “It’s not an abomination,” she defends herself, her voice shaking. “It’s a part of me…” “Well, fuck it!” he yells. “After all that exertion, I am feeling hot and heavy.” He turns to look at her and licks his lips. He moves closer to her and caresses her side. She flinches at his touch. She knows what he wants—what he always wants after a kill—but she can’t bring herself to comply this time.

Zayn would be doomed if that happened. “I’m not trying to get myself killed, but I’m willing to sacrifice myself for my country…” Zayn then realized something was off, so he hastily corrected himself by saying, “What nonsense are you talking about? Who said that I’m going to die? I’m going to be the champion! Who told you that I’m going to get myself killed? You came all this way just so you could scold me? You must have lost your mind!” Zayn was infuriated.