Yuri Dead Novels & Stories

His voice was low and clear as he announced, "He has been dead for over three days. The body shows clear signs of postmortem lividity and early bloating. The victim appears to have died from mechanical suffocation." Hearing the words "dead for over three days", Dad reeled. The color drained from his face instantly, leaving him as pale as a sheet of paper. When an officer pulled back the white cloth covering my face for identification, Dad finally got a clear look at my swollen, distorted features, mottled with dark purple spots. He could no longer explain it away as paint or a tantrum. The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up hi

Yuri wants to charge in and take over our business but the old man, Kirill, wants to arrive at a settlement. I sighed. He went on, reaching out to hold my hand as he said, his black eyes earnest, ‘Mam, do you know that Yuri is a psychopath? He killed a man, cut off his head and hung it outside his office for a few days to let people know he was not the kind of man to be messed with.’ I felt the nausea rise in my mouth and I rose, stumbling blindly to the washroom to throw up. Behind me, I could hear Bea shouting at the young Capo and Paddy came up behind me, stroking my back, holding my hair as I retched.

I hovered around her, quietly watching this scene. I really did not understand. I was dead. What was the point of her doing all this? So that she could be moved by her own actions? Or was she trying to lighten her guilt? I realized that I did not know her at all. Even after my death, I still did not know her. It was not until the evening that Nate grimly kicked the door open and stuffed my urn into her arms. "I finally know why you and Jason are together. You two are equally nuts! Just get lost!"

“Morning, everyone. Thank you for settling down so quickly. Let’s start immediately. I’m afraid we have had several events in the past few weeks and several rather disturbing events last night.” Surprisingly, the Studio handler, who never attended a meeting like this before, assumed control. He let the comments and surprises fill the room. “It’s with a heavy heart that I must tell everyone that Yuri will not return to the set as he and his driver were found early yesterday morning dead in their cell. The cause of their deaths isn’t known, but suicide has not been ruled out yet.”

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

The orphanage was the only place that could accommodate her. However, Yuriel felt doubtful and didn't know how to explain it to the head of the orphanage because in people's eyes, she was already dead. Yunifer died under the identity of Yuriel. She didn't want to scare the orphanage children with her sudden appearance. A white chip fell on Yuriel's sleeve. "Snow?" She blinked and looked up at the falling snowflakes. She reached out to catch the snowflake, and it immediately melted in her palm. The snow is falling thicker. Yuriel hugged herself as the weather grew colder and stared into the distance blankly.

I gaped at the dead body as it hit the floor with a thud, a bullet sitting in the center of his skull. Gasps filled the air as every head turned in our direction, taking in the scene. From my periphery, I saw a server drop her tray on the floor and faint. “Ochistite etot besporyadok,” Aleksei said, his voice neutral like just didn’t put an end to a man’s life. “Ne smotri na neye. Ne razgovarivay s ney. YA budu boleye chem schastliv sdelat’ tak, chtoby ty prisoyedinilsya k Yuriyu v yego mogile.”[“Clean up this mess,” Aleksei said, his voice neutral like he just didn’t put an end to a man’s life. “Don’t look at her. Don’t talk to her. I will be more than happy to have you join Yuri in his grav

I know this is not over, but I will deal with it when I wake up, I know he won’t kill me at least not now while we are still at war. But he will want to make me pay for defying him and I must take him out before that happens. Yuri is cruel and if I give him a chance. He will kill DJ or Krystal, but DJ will be first because he knows he means a lot to me. damnit! I did not think I will be doing this as soon as I get here but Yuri gives me no choice but to kill him. I was planning on doing it anyway, so it won’t make a difference doing it earlier than initially planned.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

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.