This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

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)

“For the purpose of this hearing, I must announce it: the punishment for such a crime is death. However, the victims’ kin have the right to request that the accused be handed over to them to deal with.” Fendel’s eyes flick briefly to Marcus’s direction, and my gaze follows. It’s then that I notice a man standing beside Marcus—a muscular figure with streaks of gray in his dark hair. He must have been standing there the whole time, but I was so focused on Marcus that I hadn’t noticed him. His presence is heavy, commanding in its own right, though his haggard appearance makes him seem less imposing. The man’s face is etched with deep lines, his expression fierce. His sharp glare is directed at

“Who are you?” a person tied to a chair asked in a fearful voice while eyeing the man whose half-face was hidden under a dark hoodie. “Your death,” he replied, and in the next second, the person tied to the chair was coughing blood. The man thrashed around, trying to hold his throat, but failed and died after a few minutes. “Send his dead body to his boss,” he said to one of the men standing behind the chair. “Okay, boss,” the man replied and started untying the dead body.

His eyes are blown, muscles corded tight, almost like he’s itching for a fight. The man chuckles darkly. “Ezra Jax. That’s you, isn’t it?” Ezra steps back, jaw tight. “What do you want?” “So you’re the man that thinks it’s okay to beat a defenseless man to death? And then strip him off and tie him to the balcony, not bothering to preserve his dignity even in death?” I inhale sharply. “W-what did you say?” The man’s eyes cut to mine and then to everyone else’s.

I was frustrated because I did not complete my high school, I was frustrated because I did not live my life to the fullest, I had many years pending, many goals, Mom would die to see the corpse of her daughter in her own room. —Nisha Sullivan I told you to raise your face!"He exclaimed, a little more annoyed. This guy who looks like Max will kill me, I know. I had no choice but to raise my face, maybe he has a gun and it will blow my brains out. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I couldn't resist, I had to do what this man wanted me to do, I took a deep breath trying to control my nerves and raised my face. At that moment a huge silence took over the four walls of my room, I couldn't believ

Screamed Jacob. “You know, don’t you?” Said a man while looking into his eyes, giving him a chill through his spine. He looked away. “Stop playing Riddles, tell us why?” Asked Ellis while grabbing his collar. The man was crazy, he started laughing, he took something from his pocket, both Tyler and Ellis narrowed their eyes, it was some injection and the man had injected himself with that thing. “No,” Tyler shouts. After a few minutes, he died. They turned for the other two men, but they both had already injected themselves.

A round of yeses go round the room, snickers and chuckles following. “Well, my friend,” I said as I turned back to look at the man who was now breathing heavily. “It looks like we would be spending the whole night practicing my craft. You should feel honored. Not everyone gets to be part of making a new history.” “Do whatever you want to me,” the man let out, sending another ball of spit flying to my face. “I already know that I am a dead man. I might as well just die with my honor intact. Just make it quick and save yourself the theatrics.”

The man said. "if you don't want the money, then what the hell do you want?" I asked, irritated. "Straight shooter, I like that," the man replied. "Not really, cause you never get to the damn point!" I retorted. "Bristol, he holds our lives in his hands, and you're back talking him?" my father once again put his two cents in. "He's going to kill us, anyway." I ran my fingers through my dark hair, frustrated.

severe depression" had been nothing but a lie. From the phone came Jacob's childish voice. "Mom, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. I want to go back to school. None of my friends talk to me now." Then Susan's voice followed. "Jacob, we have nothing left. We have to hold on to Mr. Jefferson. If he stops caring about us, we'll really have nowhere to go." "But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…"

The lock clicked into place. “Forgive me,” he said through the wood, his voice raw. “You will thank me when this is over.” “Ryan!” she cried, pounding on the door. “Don’t do this! Please!” But his footsteps were already fading down the corridor. Amelia stood there, shaking, the reality crashing down around her. The man she had once refused the man she had secretly never stopped loving was about to hand her to her death. She would not let it happen. Without thinking, she grabbed the candle from the table, pressed its flame to the edge of her bedsheet, and waited until the smoke began to rise. The fire caught quickly, spreading along the fabric. Within moments, it was licking at the walls.