Sakura Yamauchi Death Novels & Stories

Yamamoto told me carefully. "Is that... I am sorry," I muttered. I didn't know the right words for this moment. "This is the sixth month by the way!" Mr. Yamamoto told me with a smile on his face. "I was diagnosed six months ago. I guess that means I can die any moment now." "You won't..." I muttered. "I am not afraid of death, little dove," Mr. Yamamoto told me. "I began to prepare for my death the moment I turned sixty. I can feel it is time and I am so curious about what happens after death. You know those talks about the world of the dead."

“Her name is Noriko Yamaguchi, one of the assassins from the Island Nations’ Shindan Way. She’s experienced in using firearms, especially sniper rifles, and it’s said that her marksmanship can be listed as the world’s top ten. “She was recently sent to Mordu along with many other professionals from the Shindan Way. “But these people don’t even know of each other’s existence. That’s why she’s unsure about the rest who came. “She serves directly under Sakura Miyamoto. “Sakura was the one who ordered the assassination. “You completely disgraced Hector Thompson at the auction hall. “Then, you walked out of the police station unscathed, proving Sakura’s efforts to be a huge joke. “Ordering your a

"I'm working on it. In the meantime, I found something in your mother's research. A name that keeps appearing—Yamamoto. Kenji's former business partner. He died mysteriously five years ago." "Let me guess—convenient accident?" "Heart attack. Except he was thirty-seven, healthy, no history of heart problems. And he died three days after threatening to go public about Kenji's illegal operations." "Kenji's killed more than just my mother." "Multiple times. I've found six suspicious deaths linked to him over fifteen years. All people who threatened his empire." "We need hard evidence. Something that directly connects him." "Working on it. But Marcus—time is running out. Saturday's gala is in thr

Coming close to Sakura, Tara said, a sneer playing about her beautiful face, “Let me tell you one thing, Sakura. Tonight is your last night. This is it for you.” Sakura widened her eyes in dread as Tara brought out a handkerchief from within the pocket of her hoodie. Then she stuffed it against Sakura’s face. Sakura shook her head as she struggled violently, fighting for release. For freedom. For safety. But the handkerchief smothering her smelled odd, and it wasn’t long before she realized what it was. By then, however, it was too late, as she blacked out. Sakura went from fighting back and struggling violently to falling limp and dead silent. Fully unconscious, Ray lifted her in his arms a

“Apart from death.” I noticed a small twitch in his eyes. What was that supposed to me, I wonder? “About two months ago, I was dying from Miragela poison, with no idea of how I got into contact with it in the first place. Suffice to say, hearing that I will die in a matter of a month, with no chance of surviving, really messes with my train of thoughts. I was pretty depressed.” There were some truths in what I said. I didn’t live as Lancelot beyond those two months, but as Sakamaki Yuu, I faced a full over a decade of depression. Saying I was depressed as Lancelot for a mere several weeks is an understatement.

It would be a first meeting that Hiro would attend as a rightful shareholder, Tsuchida Ichiro's heir. After Mr. Ma sold his shares, there were 9 people at the board of directors, with Hiro's appearance the board of directors should consist of 10… but the sudden, and “unexpected” death of Mr. Matsuzaka made it 9 once more. Certainly, Mr. Matsuzaka's death wasn't of natural causes. Officially, he was attacked by a burglar, and died due to head trauma caused by a single hit in a head… The burglar was yet to be found.

Stabbing myself in the neck is a terrible idea; a small cut in my wrist is enough risk. Nabi: So what is it then? Tamara: Why is the group so noisy? Who died? Wait! (wide eye emoji) Is Catalina dead? Me: I’m not dead!. What’s wrong with you, joking about such a sensitive topic? Tamara: I saw blood and stab pop up on my screen, so I thought you died trying to get Professor Matteo to hate you. Me: Why me and not Yumeko? Yumeko: I knew you wanted me dead, but I just couldn’t prove it.

He said softly. Sazkia felt lightning strike her head. Dizziness began to attack her, but She still didn't want to move from her seat. She wanted to watch the wedding procession in front of the corpse and enjoy the pain in her heart. "Subhanallah," muttered Sazkia when she saw Shamsya burying her head in Qomar's chest. Once again Sazkia couldn't do much. Tears streaming down her cheeks were not only sad to witness their intimacy but because it turned out that there was a gaping wound when she imagined that she would soon have to lose her loved one.

he sighs, running his hand through his hair, "mind you, I don't regret having Miyama with that woman, he really is a blessing. But, you, well that was another blessing in and of itself. Before you were born, your mother came down with the measles you see, so the doctors didn't even believe you'd be born and if you were then... you know. That's why the kanji that spells your name carries ‘help of god’. You truly were a miracle of his. Of course, no one knew what illness she had. I feared that if they found out they'd use that to not only win against me but hurt you both. That's the main reason I made her move here so abruptly. That's when we hired Sakamoto-San. I knew they'd try to get to you

“Don’t interrupt me. Don’t forget I was fourteen when everything happened and I was training to be leader. I knew all of his deals and not once did the name Fujiwara come up. Takahiro just wanted to use that guy for his benefit to take you out” “Let’s say you’re correct. He lied to Takashi so someone else could do the work for him, but it still doesn’t explain the fact that his parents are dead. Who killed them then Sachi?” she asked. “Don’t you find it funny how it’s only Takahiro that knows how they died?” “No” Megumi shook her head. “Because I’m the only one who knows how father died in detail. This conversation is over”. “No it’s not” Sachi said standing with her. “There’s also the fact