This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

"Do you really believe I'll end your life now?" Confusion clouded the onlookers' faces. "I won't grant you a swift death... you don't need to know when it'll come," He declared. Wyatt savored the anticipation of the man's impending demise, relishing the pain and stress he could see forming on his face. The man would suffer more from the waiting than the act itself. "End me now!" the man screamed, his body tensing with anticipation.

The three men get exhausted and they rest on the floor. I mock Giovanni, "That's all that you've got?" He scowls. Then, says, "Shut up, Alessandro, you know that death is inviting you." With quick moves, I grab my rifles and shoot the three hefty dudes. I laugh and see Giovanni's hair rise. Pools of blood cover my clean marble floor.

He smiles at the camera the same way he did that night. The man I wish I never had to see again. The man should be dead. Nate Mulholland. Is the boss of the damn cartel!

This man must die. Anyone who’s a threat must die. Whoever they are… They. Must. Fucking. Die! And… Oh… It’s certain. Frank’s struggles will soon lead to that sweet, sweet death where everything meets an end. The bastard’s certainly cursing me right now, like how many others have. But, ha fucking ha, that doesn’t matter. My entire life’s already a curse. And that curse will be the reason for his death. “Please!” Carrie’s cry stopped me cold.

Nobody would dare go against him because of this. It would be terrible if Nameless died for this as well. He gritted his teeth to regain his calm before squinting at Harvey. “Kill me if you dare! “But don’t you worry! “When I die, your wife will end up a thousand times worse than me!” Slap! Harvey did not want to waste more precious time. “Ten seconds left.” “Enough! Are you people this unreasonable?!” Someone’s broken accent was heard. A man with a small mustache with a longsword hanging on the side of his waist walked out amongst the crowd.

Sophia firmly said. "Then we'll give you another choice." The older man said. "You will marry the man you're father or me wanted to you marry, and he will live. Or you can make me angry and then I will kill him: you, your father, and your sister. How about that?" He then said. Sophia gulped and looked at her boyfriend, who's still spitting blood. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she realizes that she has no other choice. If it were just her father's life, she wouldn't care. But her sister and her boyfriend's lives are at stake.

She pleaded as the man peered into his phone. “You are the one.” The man said, looking up from his phone. He laughed bitterly. “Just my luck. All my problems end in one day.” “Please don’t take me to him.” She pleaded desperately as the van began to move faster. “The wh*re that murdered the Sovereign?” The weird man asked. “No, I did not murder anyone.” How could that strong-as-a-bull man have died from such a simple blow? Murder? “That is the kind of thing I cannot have you saying.” The scarf-faced man said quietly, and smiled sadly.

Setting his pride aside, still begging for mercy. "Don't waste my time, I have a lot to do. Are you rolling on it? Or should they..." Pointing at the men with black suit and silver 'D' printed on left-side of their suit, he continued, "Whip you out, huh? What say?" A devilish smile hanging on his face, and those dark eyes were void of any kind of emotions. Just looking that those eyes, shivers ran down his spine. Either way the man has to die, one was rolling a hundred time on to one-meter burning charcoal path or else hundred whipping. Did he have any choice? Practically speaking no, a big NO. An old man like him wouldn't be able to complete the full five rolls, he would eventually die befo

Hoping I can be an audience and watch this amusing scene, I was disappointed that the fight ended already. "So fast? and here I thought I could go and grab my popcorn watching you quarrel with him." He sighs at my remark as he holds down the man. "We're not a show here man. This bastard dare come back to meet me after stealing my money and bringing me all the trouble. I wanna kill him so badly but we gotta have that money back first and interrogate him of what is his motive and who initiate him to start all this shit." But the man who look half dead was chuckling as if he was mocking us. "You guys are so oblivious to the stuff that's about to happen. You're all gonna die. HAHAHAHA!"

He said a little worriedly, "Bro, is he going to die?" A middle-aged man in his thirties was standing beside Frankie. The middle-aged man suddenly slapped Frankie across the face, sending Frankie crashing onto the ground. "I'm not your bro!" The middle-aged man took a step forward and shouted fiercely, "He knocked my comrade out, so why shouldn't I kill him, anyway? Instead of thinking about those things, you should think about whether that guy will really come with five million dollars or not!" With that, the man pointed at the grave that was dug out halfway. He said in a murderous tone, "If he doesn't come, I'll toss the three of you in there!"