This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

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!"

But manik held her by her shoulders and shouted. Man:What are you doing Nandu?.. I want to die.. Because my pain is unbearable.. Nan: I want to die because if you die..the pain will be unbearable for me.. I also can't live with the pain.. I also can't live without you.. Man:Why?..

Let alone a man, even a tank would be crushed into scrap if hit by that club! The club was spiked, so even at his level, Zayn would not dare let it strike him. He would not be killed by such a blow, but it was not necessary. Zayn stepped forward in a buoyant, relaxed manner and gave the top of the man’s head a heavy slap. There was agony in the man’s formerly expression while his pupils began to dilate. In truth, the man had already died. In less than half a second, Zayn had killed him.

the man chuckled and said "it's all about in the past dude but not now" don asked in frustration "then what do you want" the man replied "your little lamb" don fisted his hand and said "I think you have a death wish right" the man said "I don't care of dying if its for her I wanna know what speciality she have that made you to fall for her because the cold hearted man who killed every women who tried to touch him fallen for her so she must be special so I want her only her you can keep the throne I don't mind"

Sensing that he had reached his breaking point, I loosened my grip so that just enough air trickled into his convulsing lungs so that he could speak. “There’s nothing you can do to make me talk,” the man choked out. “I would rather die than betray my people.” “Your people are already dead,” I snapped, losing what little patience I had left. “You’re the only one left alive, and trust me when I say you will talk.”

Raphael also took a seat and started to pour a drink for himself. "I swear it wasn't me," the man breathed out with wide eyes. I noticed his erratic heartbeat. His voice trembled ever so slightly, and his face gleamed in the low lighting. "It definitely was you, you fucking shit," Raphael said. (I agree to disagree. Do not lie to me. Now, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?) I smirked as I watched him shuffle on his ass. The man looked at Raphael; perhaps he thought he would help or show mercy. But I knew better. Raphael had no mercy in him, much like myself. (Are we murderers?) Maybe so. I'd like to call it necessary killing. No one innocent dies, at least not by my hand. "

"You don't need to push yourself to the limit, Kiddo." "...Kill 'em," she almost murmurs. The man wearing formal attire took a deep sigh. "You wanted to learn all of these to kill your father's killer, right?" The young Captain shook her head as she nods slowly. The man places his hand on the young Captain's head and messes her hair. "You know... there's this saying, remember you must die. All of us will eventually die, regardless if it is an ill-will or whatsoever reason, we all must die - we, all, will die." "He doesn't deserve to die like that!" She closes her fist as she bit her lower lips to control her anger. " Why does he even die in the first place? Why him, for all of the people?!"

"The strangest part is that no matter how much he hurt himself, he never did anything truly lethal. The doctor believes he has lost all will to live, except for whatever he is clinging to. He is waiting for something." I knew what that was: me. That was why I had refused to meet him until now. I did not want him to die so easily. I wanted him to watch as I exposed the hypocrisy of his career, his parents, and even the supposedly pure partner he had once been so proud of. Now it had all come to an end. It was time for him to go. … I thought I had prepared myself. But when I saw him after so long, I still could not suppress a sigh of bewilderment.

The man who stood in front of me is none other than the man, I would die for. Nicolas Mario Russo. The man I would die for, is exactly the man I am close to killing. I shut my eyes tighter if that is even possible. The veins in my head throbs, feeling as if would burst any moment. But they don't, it just intensifies the pain. Just when I thought, I would seep back into the dark black hole to never come back, a voice, soft and calm, demanding and pleading, travelled to my ears, putting a halt to my thoughts, putting a halt to my world, putting a halt to my breath.

“Men like you don’t deserve to breathe.” “You’re already old. Rot in hell, BASTARD!” The old man’s eyes widened in horror just before the iron hit his jaw, a bone crack followed. His scream tore through the silence and his body collapsed onto the ground. Blood spilled from his mouth and head, limbs twitching weakly. He was barely hanging on to life. “Chris?” Killian called steadily. “Yes, boss.” Lighting a fresh cigarette, Killian exhaled a slow breath, gaze fixed on the dying man writhing in pain.