Beyond Birthday Death Note Novels & Stories

4202 – Let’s end this 9488 – I wish I could sleep a little longer and never wake up ~ “We can confirm that Ms. Ayle Angelo takes her own life because of depression. Those are some codes from the mysterious bouquets our team has solved. There are still several codes in progress to be solved.” Mr. Brown, the head department of Ayle and mom’s death investigation, said. The big guy walked over his laptop and pressed on some button, causing the projector to show the next slide. There are cctv pictures showing someone entering a florist. It was a guy. It has the date written on the lower part of every pictures.

" My consciousness began to fade. The screen blurred before my eyes, and I could only struggle to type one last message. "Carlo, I know this isn't your fault. I don't blame you. I really don't. I'm just so cold." After typing the final word, I closed my eyes and let the darkness take everything. In the instant before death, I heard the high heels return. The clicking ceased at the door, then a woman's whisper came through. Her voice was light, but unmistakably clear. "Goodbye, Margherita." It was Benedetta. It was really her.

Daniela uttered and she closed her eyes. "Mommmm... NOOOOO! Don't leave meeee...mommy please..." Selene cried and cried as she saw Daniela stopped breathing. She embraced the dead body of her mother and her puff dress filled with blood. She felt her breath were going to fade because of too much tears she made. Every thing around her become mess. She looked around and she saw the birthday banners that hanged on the wall. The birthday cake that scattered around the floor when Daniela pulled the table cloth to create a sound to catch the attention of Selene.

Right now, his gut feeling was telling him that there was more to this than meets the eye, and even if that was the last thing he was able to do, he would get to the bottom of it all. It wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure, but he would do it with the help of Detective Gomez and if he had to get more help, he would. "Don't you worry your head about it anymore?” “Thank you. All I have to focus on now is their anniversary.” She said. "It's a week before my birthday, and my birthday is on the upper week Thursday.” She said, smiling at him. Cameron started to smile too, but the smile on his face slipped off. "Your parents died on the seventh of the coming month?” he asked just to make sur

Now that she was dead, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief and return to their normal lives. As Felix stepped outside, his phone rang. It was Xena, who said, "Now that the A-tier Malevolent Phantom in Notura City is dead, the mission is complete. You can leave." Even though she said that, Felix still felt uneasy. There were too many unanswered questions. "Aren't you curious about how the Malevolent Phantom actually died?" Xena's response left him frustrated. "We don't have the time, manpower, or resources to dig into those details right now. All that matters is the outcome. The A-tier Malevolent Phantom is dead, and the large-scale deaths will stop. Isn't that the best we can hope fo

*I blanked out, what was all the fuss over,* I mind-link to Shock. *Bastard asked why the Flying Death are, what we stand for and how we got our name,* he replies. I more than know Doze is sitting back there right now probably planning on abducting the prosecutor and torturing him. While the thought is enjoyable, realistically it’s a really, really bad road to go down. When Mona is done singing my praises there’s a fifteen minute recess. I was supposed to be the only other witness, and explain in my own words what supposedly happened. Get things to a place where we could show the video we had made.

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.

Beth's POV “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go…” Adonis muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the night sky. While he couldn’t recall every single detail from the past, this particular incident was engraved in his memory. ‘The kidnapping of Billy and Alicia… it’s supposed to happen way further in the future!’ Sure, a lot of things had been altered now, but he hadn’t expected such a drastic change to the original timeline. ‘They’ll nearly be sold at the slave auction a few days after being captured, but thankfully the investigation was done before the auction was completed.’

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

“Let’s talk soon. I just have an important thing to talk to you about today. Rest for now.” “Okay, Agent Wave,” I replied. What’s that important thing he wanted to talk to me about? I’m suddenly curious. “Wait, Allister,” I called out, suddenly remembering that it is his birthday. But I am hesitant. It is his mother’s death anniversary too… “Happy Birthday..” “Thank you.” “I’m sorry I forgot to give you something..” “It is okay, you are more than enough.” He said, smirking, Good night.” “Goodnight.” Was all I could say…”