This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

I seated back down on the chair I vacated. "Fuck you kid!" he spurted angrily after he regains control of his brain. He dashed to me and grabbed my collar. "Do it again and you'll be dead." "Then let's see who'll do it faster… do you want to have a fucking bet asshole?" The man cringed but hid it away the same moment it came. "Nonsense. You'll die anyway." I licked my lips from side to side while looking pointedly at the man. "At least I'll get the euphoric feeling of taking your last breath." I laughed horridly loud as the man's face became ghostly white. “I’m itching you know?”

One thing was certain the man was going to die he couldn't necessarily survive the drugs and beatings he had gotten . Zayn stood up to leave ,he knew he had to be careful now to make matters worse he knew a hit was coming but he didn't know where from. "Boss!" the man called out at him as he was about to leave. "What?" Zayn looks back. " I think ... I think I remember the bastard name now " he spat out blood again and coughs. "What is the god-damned name !" "Say it !" "I think his name is Alb...." the man coughs more and spat out thick blood.

After letting out a deep sigh, he shouted out, looking at the man in charge a couple feet high, watching the process from the 'comfort' of his office balcony, "Sir He requests one final wish." The look of intrigue on his face seemed to signal more charm than disdain. A good sign for the dying man. "And what is that" he shouted back. "Jonathan? You're up" he said, looking at the melancholic, expressionless black man. He let out a deep breath. "I want everybody to see. Including the prisoners, and all the guards. On every television, on every security camera. Everybody. That is my final wish." He shouted, playing with the ring on his ring finger.

His ego is too big to let him escape with the others, he’d want to see the fruits of his labor, watch his own people die while keeping his hands free of visible blood. My eyes light on the man they’ve been desperately scouring for, a low menacing growl escaping my lips. I hear my name being called, the sound distant as though spoken beneath water, the words next gurgled beyond recognition as a hand lands on my shoulder. I lean away from the touch, and instead focus all of my senses on the tense back of Fred slinking away to his car, weaving through the growing number of broken bodies on stretchers without a shred of sympathy or remorse for what he caused. Dead. He’s dead, he is a literal dea

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

"If I tell you, I'm a dead man. There are people... powerful people who will come after me if I talk." I raised an eyebrow, was he trying to save that this was beyond him? What the hell was even happening here?. I decided to mask this shock on my face. "You're already a dead man," I said. "The only question is how much you're going to suffer before you die." With that, I stood up and pointed the gun at the second man's head. The man screamed. "No! Please! Boss, please!" Clifford closed his eyes, unable to watch.

Some old, rickety man who would be just the same age as himself. Everything I had, I fucking took it for granted, and now, they'd been snatched away from me, right off me… I'd be the pathetic Moretri I always was, and only this time it came with a kick; I murdered the most dangerous and influential man of the underworld. More pain stabbed at my chest as tears poured out without ceasing. I curled into a tighter ball. I knew what I ought to do; I needed to die, and this time because if I didn't do it myself, one of his men would.

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Zendaya. I'll never do it again, please, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Then, he turned to Lily's body. "Lily, I'm so sorry! If I didn't beg for mercy on your behalf, this monster wouldn't have suspected we were having an affair, and you wouldn't have died for nothing. It's all my fault!" Jayden cried with snot and tears running down his face, and even the bystanders watching could not help but feel moved. Someone whispered, "She has such a good husband and such a nice home. That monster has to be sick in the head to get her kicks from torturing people."

Ford's POV Icy water filled my lungs as my consciousness faded into darkness. "Alpha! Alpha!" Someone was dragging me, pulling me back from the brink of death. I opened my eyes to see the frantic faces of the rescue crew. "Don't save me," I pushed them away, my voice a raw whisper. "Let me die here." "Alpha, you can't give up!" my Beta yelled, grabbing my arm. "The pack needs you!" Needs me? I murdered my Luna. What right did I have to live?