Novel & Cerita Your Already Dead In Japanese

The people in the restaurant didn't dare to stay any longer as they left in a hurry. At this moment, there were only Lucas and Eliza left in the restaurant. "Haha." "Eliza!" A Rank 5 Ultimate Earth Ranked Realm Gene Fighters sneered at Eliza. ... Lucas looked at the Rank 5 Ultimate Earth Ranked Realm Gene Fighters and said lightly, "If you have anything to say, just tell me." "I won't talk to a dead man." "Am I a dead man?" ... Gene Fighters at the Rank 5 of the Ultimate Earth Ranked Realm said firmly to Lucas, "Yeah. Don't tell me you don't think you're a dead man?"

But worst of all was the way the muscles around its mouth had drawn back in a permanent smile, revealing all those elongated teeth. A smiler. A bone eater. A zombie. No matter what it was called, the outcome was the same. Jordan was bleeding, and if he was bleeding— (don’t say it!) —then he would, in time, become one of them. Emily swiped again, connecting with the side of the creature’s head. A chunk of decomposing flesh with an ear attached slapped the earth, maggots flew through the air. The man rolled off her husband’s chest. Blood jetted across Emily’s sneakers.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

– The girl with the short hair Chanel said. - Apparently it was faster, but not in that effective way. Apparently, death is easy anyway, that includes a life without motives, even if that includes the world's great virtues, but even so, they were far from being virtuous. That should have been a quiet rainy night, after work, it would be like any other, while Yusuke, a Japanese salaryman was returning from work, walking down the street of the industrial district before reaching the subway, that's when he heard a scream...

Councilman Mitch walked inside the cage and looked at a dead Jared in a pool of his own blood. “I will always follow the rules.” I wasn’t sure what I needed to say. Everything sounded wrong anymore and I was feeling like there was a double meaning to everything he said now. “I have no doubt about that! Looks like this was an easy kill for you.” “Very, he was pathetic and I had a lot of built up resentment towards him I needed to let out. He died before I was fully satisfied but whatever. Losing the Alpha title really does a number on a person’s body and to their wolf.” I said matter-of-factly.

Axel’s trembling finger tapped the audio file from Marco. Aria’s voice, calm and full of despair, filled the silence. “My name is Aria Sterling. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already dead.” Every word was a hot brand on his soul. “Six years ago, Axel Thorne did not die. The yacht explosion was a hoax, a plan he designed to make a secret deal with a rival family…” There was no anger in her voice. Just the dead calm of a still lake.

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

In my panic and desperation, I found myself hugging the leg of what appeared to be their boss, clinging to him like a child to a parent. "Don't leave me here! I'm afraid of ghosts!" I cried out, my voice muffled against his leg. The sight of those bodies, the reality of violent death, had shattered what little composure I had left. In my traumatized state, the dead men seemed like they might rise at any moment, seeking revenge on the living. "Fuck," the man cursed, rubbing his temples in obvious irritation. I didn't let go of his leg, my grip tightening with my fear.

Their faces paled rapidly, losing all signs of life. Thump! They slid backward and were caught by the others with their heads tilted to the side and they died on the spot. One of the others reached out to check on them, and the person’s face changed drastically. With a trembling voice, he said, “T-They are dead!” “What?!” All the other Ryokanians, including Senji, were shocked. Albert had killed two of the elite members with just a few punches and kicks, something they had not expected.