This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

the kneeling man pleaded desperately. “You know that’s not how it works, Joel,” the one called Jerry replied coldly. “If you decide to leave, you die. If you try to run, you die. If you disobey the boss, you still die. You have no choice but death.” The shadows kept their faces mostly hidden, but their voices carried a finality that made my blood run cold. I had just finished removing my heels when one of the men suddenly appeared in front of me. My breath hitched. His eyes burned with menace, his lips curled into a wicked grin.

And the line went dead. The doctor shivered as he heard the strong and deep voice of the man he could only hear and see on big screens. He was about to collapse thinking it as a dream when Kyle spoke, pulling his head up after a slap. My boss is the mafia leader who has 4000 murder cases and 24654 black market deals registered in his name. Yet not a single one has been proven to put him behind the bars. You rubbed your nose with the wrong man for the sake of a few bucks because you're a fool. I pity you for your idiosyncrasy and thus I grant you a wish. You will see God going the easiest way.” Kyle took out the revolver and shot him point blank and the man went dead within a second.

The man could lie to himself all he wanted but Sid could see the truth. “Look,” Sid pushed on. “You are on your own now. You don’t want to do this.” “Don’t I?” “No. This cause isn’t worth your life.” The make let out a humourless chuckle, droplets of water spraying from his hair. “I’m a dead man either way.” “Sid, the signal is jammed so move damnit!” Kal barked into the comms. And just as Kal spoke, the man lifted his hand and released the dead man’s switch.

“But the person that is there now is from our party and he has to go for second tenure---“ “I don’t care, done or not Sir” Adelana said and cut the man off. “Okay, done and nothing is going to stop it” Adelana smiled as the man said so and hanged up from the call. “THAT IS THE TRICK, EVERY DEATH IS NATURAL. NO ONE CAN KILL” Adelana said with wicked voice and drank a little from the wine in his hand. “REST IN HELL, UMAR ABUBAKAR” he said with toxic voice and smiled.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

He scraped one of the men face off with the broken glasses on the frame of the window and twisted the other man's head 360 degrees. In less than a minute all 7 men were dead except for one, the bony-faced man whose whole body was shaking vehemently like he was standing in front of the devil himself. Who is to say the figure is not the devil? No man can do the things I just saw him do. Absolutely no one. “Please... Please don't kill me.." he begged for his life and inasmuch as I hated him for what he was about to do to me I felt sympathy for him and wished he would somehow escape his looming death.

Curtis's eyes rolled back as he struggled, hands flailing wildly. It took several soldiers to pry Eden off him before she strangled him right there. Curtis crumpled onto the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently. Tears and snot streaked his face, yet he still looked up at Eden with confused, pleading eyes. His voice was hoarse. "Eden… I didn't mean to… I really didn't know it would turn out like this… I just… I just heard the elders say that doing it this way helps the dead go to heaven… I was trying to do a good thing… I didn't mean any harm…"

He raised the barrel of his shotgun and pointed it directly into the forehead of one of the three nameless men, “Bravery is an illusion, and you are going to die for it. Unless you tell me the name of the scum that sent you.” “We are dead men anyway, so just go ahead and pull the trigger,” one of them wept. “ Do you want to die for a lost cause? Just give me a name, and I’ll let you live. You can go back and tell the one who sent you that El Moruno is a myth. The mafia Lord does not exist.” The man thought for a moment, trembling. There was a gun pointed at his face. What other choice did he have? “They call him Mr. Chaplain. That’s all we know,” he confessed. “Chaplain.....” he thought out

Aiden : what has she ever done to you? Man : she attracted me in the way that no other has ever done to me with her bump. She is used by you, still I am willing to accept her. Aiden : you bastard…. He was going to punch him when that man points his gun to calista. Man : aww how can you not remember your friend?? Making a sad pout, he spoke. Aiden : WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? FUCKER… Shouted Aiden. Man : remember your best friend from childhood. When you both started working for that mafia?

They all froze. "You are going to listen as she reads your crimes to you. And anyone you feel is not correct would be further investigated by the police, while you're in Jail. I ain't come here to joke… "I said pointing to her. "And that's for everybody in here, you don't wanna dare me. In Fact, everybody drop your phones right in front of you. Anybody that touches their phone to try to text anybody or anything, I promise you that you would lose that hand. Dopotutto, tutti gli uomini moriranno, quindi se muori per eccesso di sangue, si chiama ancora morte" (After all, all man shall die, so if you die from excess bleeding, it's still called death)