Tank Top Master Death Novels & Stories

["Master, we're at the hospital right now. Linly is... dead." "What!?"

Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones. Before approaching, I searched for something to use for digging. Luckily, luck was on my side once again. I found a shovel lying near an old shack, likely used during a recent burial. I took the shovel and walked towards the grave with Sabrina's name. She was the Omega servant at Cassian's palace who died from the virus.

[Why didn't you kill me yet? "Do you wish to die that much?" [NO]

“Hahahaha… hahahahahaha. Sure enough, sure enough. I can’t kill that Tyr, but he did kill Del Jones for me, muahahaha!” Next to her, Jaren felt a fierce tremor run through his body. He looked at Juliet incredulously. “My lady, the master is dead?” “Yeah.” Juliet nodded. She wasn’t sad at all, as if the deceased had absolutely nothing to do with her. Jaren suddenly stopped the car. His chest was heaving up and down aggressively, and mixed emotions were clearly written all over his face. “My lady, you have long expected this ending, right? Or perhaps, all of this was arranged by you?

He clenched his teeth and roared, “Just you wait. Eastern Ocean won’t let you off!” A huge dent appeared on his chest from Chase’s punch, and his heart exploded instantly. His eyes widened. There was resentment in them. It was not a peaceful death for him! One of the Eastern Ocean’s Eight Heavenly Masters, Sloane Lowe, was dead! At that moment, only silence filled the air.

It was such a devastating news for maestro, hearing of his demise. Maestro moved on with his steps into his office and zeke followed him behind, answering all the questions he asked. “how the fuck did this happen” maestro asked “well there was a shoot out in his territory. Apparently , some thugs came to steal his supply and your boy was trying to hold down the fort but unfortunately, he was outnumbered and gunned down at the spot. He was a good soldier boss. To the very end” “no doubt zeke. No doubt. Who could have done this. I would take a strong guess. This shit reeks of Nadia’s mess . it has Madinnie written all over it”

At the tender age of 20, Oliver and Oscar were not just regulars at the Devil Island, but they were already VIP platinum members. Even now, Arlo and Milo could not figure out who was behind the grandmaster's death. Perhaps, it truly was Oliver or Oscar who lost control of themselves and killed the grandmaster in a fit of rage. After all, murder was nothing to them.

“Second Master is here.” ‘What? Is Zachary completely fine? Is he behind Lucas?’ Charlotte was overjoyed. Then, Lucas stepped aside. Charlotte followed his pointing finger but did not see Zachary. Instead, she saw an urn... An urn was on the table, bathed in the blood-red evening light. “That explosion blew Second Master to pieces. It was too horrible to look at. We sent him to the crematorium at once. Second Master has now been reduced to ashes. He’s in this urn.”

The sterile hospital hallway became a stage for a brewing storm as the secrets of the night began to unravel. Vince didn't waste any time; he had a report to deliver to the "Demon CEO," and the truth was far heavier than a simple kidnapping. Vince didn't press the issue of the title. He was more concerned with the report he had to give to Xavier Grayson. "The Master was targeted by an assassin; he took a shot to the shoulder. Fortunately, the surgery was a success, and he’s out of danger."

In a fit of rage, she shoved past the host and grabbed my brother, trying to leave the set. But Ms. Bernstein's next words cut through everything. "As you can see, Nicolas passed away three years ago. Before he died, I received his last phone call. For a long time, he hadn't been eating properly. That night, he suffered an acute gastric perforation." At this point, tears welled in the corners of her eyes. But she forced herself not to cry. "By then, his consciousness was already fading. The last thing he said to me was, 'Ms. Bernstein, I'm sorry. The tuition I owe you… I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay it.'