Your Already Dead In Japanese Novels & Stories

I am dead…. ****

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

"Gio, shut up, motherfucker.. Save your energy. You're dying.." Gio was, by this time, feeling delirious. "Dying, you say? No, Sensi.. I'm already dead.."

Hanako grabbed my arm while Mika grabbed the other. "....Flat..." "Did you say something?" asked Hanako. "I said you are as flat as a skateboard. Hanako stopped. I looked at her to find her throwing murderous looks at me. Holy crap, talk about a cold glare. Hanako looked at me with the smile of a true sadist. "Do you prefer to be dead or alive? If you choose death, do you want to be strangled or buried alive?" Wow. Both options are really off my top 10 to-do list. Well, The first thing has always been to 'move on since it's a chapter in the past; don't close the book, just turn the page.'

It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior. "King David said I couldn't die right now." I had difficulty saying every word before Jame squeezed my neck. The anger in Jame's eyes is dispelled. He pulled his hand back, hating to wipe away the scorched skin clinging to his hands. Returning to her usual apathetic appearance, Jame looked back at me and laughed, "Misa, those who know a lot often die very quickly. Try to be careful, and this game seems to be going on."

Ciao Adios, Hunter. You’re dead to me.

Wayne asked immediately, peering his eyes at Koushi. Koushi exhaled deeply and stood at attention, his hands still firmly wrapped around his swords. “Home. Japan,” he replied and looked away into the fire. Wayne raised a brow at his half-answer. But didn't press to know what it was he actually saw. That wasn't his to pry into. “How did you realize?” Olive asked. “Because she's dead. And she won't come back, not even in hallucinations,” Koushi answered in a clipped tone and turned around to walk away. No one stopped him.

Then as I am about to lose the last restraint that I have left in me, my call gets answered on the other end; I don’t need a hello, not a single word, just a plain statement… “You are fucking dead. You might have won this round, but I am coming for you. Mark my words, you are fucking dead.”

There was not a single conniving bone in his body, and while he was very civilian-like, Zen did not waver or back down when he made up his mind. They called her the Death Princess because she killed without mercy. Akiko Kanzaki was born and raised to be the perfect death machine. However, she wavered in front of her death. The first death she experienced in this game rendered her cold with dread. She saw the fear in the eyes of her targets when she visited. She experienced the fear of dying in her harsh training. However, dying in the dungeon was different from those. Each time she woke up to a white ceiling, she questioned herself. “How do you find so much joy in dying?”