Yuji Death Stare Novels & Stories

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

"You're courting death!" However, at this point, a cold light flashed through Yagyuu Yukime's eyes. She waved the knife in her hand to stab Hanaki Naoki. It was incredibly fast, so fast that Hanaki Naoki didn't even see the blade. He only saw a flash of light before his eyes, and then he felt a terrible pain in his chest. Then, like a balloon that was pricked, he lost all his strength in an instant, unable even to control the knife he wielded in midair. The knife fell to the ground with a thud.

And that brings to this. "We can't let him die!" Yuria said, still shocked. Her tears had dried up in her eyes and face. "But, mother..." Aria said, crying. "He already died!" she said as she sobbed. Yuria lowered her head and punched the wall due to anguish. Sylv lowered his head as he cried silently. Jun is gritting his teeth, mad, as his tears fall. "How about that place?" Sykh suddenly asked. They looked at him. "'that' place?" Aria asked.

A bullet which zipped past his head, missing him by mere inches, was Yuri’s answer to that. The eighteen-year-old teen was fixing him with a piercing gaze, as well as a dangerous glint in her eyes which ‘God’ was quite familiar with. How many times had he seen it in the eyes of all his past opponents? How many times had he seen this gaze in the eyes of people acquainted with Yuri Kirisawa? Kenji Kirisawa, her uncle, had that look in his eyes when he had killed that meddling fool. So did Miki Ishigawa and her two older brothers.

*Third POV* The man just looks at Takeshi's rare view mirror rather than at the boy who was lying on his lap. Taking a deep breath turning his gaze back at the road turning the key of the car driving off through the empty road ahead of him. "Takeshi I didn't want to say this now but it's really important" Takeshi just remained silent staring down at Koishi still running his finger through his hair. "He is dead," Zen said, which only made Takeshi freeze, turning his gaze as he stared back at the man looking at the rearview mirror.

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

She tried to be normal but the stutter gave her away. Megumin/Aqua/Kazuma - *Jiiiiii~* When they both feels the stare they received Issei just stare back with a glare while Yunyun face become red as tomato and steam coming out of her face. She holds her face down after realizing their stare. When they received Issei's glare they all look away while whistling, like they never stare at them in the first place. Issei - *C-cough* Then shall we go. Yunyun?

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Ryosuke looked at them. “Any normal person would have died on their way here or run away but the four of us are Kyo meaning we won’t die from fright like anyone else.” He said. “Wait! We could’ve died from that?!” Xianliang shouts. Ryosuke shrugs. “I can assure you that this is worth it. Not many people are willing to conquer fear itself.” * Back in Nerima, Chiemi, Shiori, Noriko, Maiko, Toya and Kazuha look for any mention of yeouiju in any text they could get their hands on.