Beyond Birthday Death Note Novels & Stories

Asher's Point of View. From : Dad I know it's kinda late but happy 18th birthday, Hailey.. I'm not sure if you have my number saved but this is your dad. Happy birthday, my daughter. I stared at the phone for a while then Inez noticed me and made her look at the notification on the phone, too. “It's your birthday?!” She exclaimed so loud that I think her voice echoed across the hallway. “U-um.. yeah..“ I heard Hailey answer her, stuttering.

Kanzaki Precision… that revolutionary bearings tech company that got acquired after its founder died in a ‘car accident’. He turned sharply to Misaki. "You're Kanzaki's—" "Daughter," Misaki said quietly. "The unlucky kid who died on the way to see her dad in the hospital for the last time." The warehouse fell into heavy silence, the hum of the server racks the only sound. Misaki walked to the corner safe and typed in a code. "Wait…" Takuto frowned. "Is that… my grandpa’s birthday?" "No," Misaki replied coolly. "It’s the day my father died."

"Tell me about it! Bernee Trading has been around for ten years. Mr. Sutton and Ms. Dotson have always managed it hands-on. Everyone knows that. And now some random person is claiming to be the owner? She's probably desperate for money." "Is she one of Mr. Sutton's side chicks? But those village rags… Mr. Sutton surely isn't so starved that he'd settle for just anything." Their gossip was loud enough for me to hear, and I felt a suffocating tightness in my chest. Gael noticed my discomfort and quickly led me to the window. Just then, the elevator doors opened again, and the crowd fell silent.

She didn't dare say another word. Mike stepped toward me again, reaching for my hand, but I shoved him back. In the scuffle, something slipped from my pocket and fell to the ground. A death certificate. Mike bent down to pick it up, but I snatched it before he could. Still, he had already seen it. The light in his eyes went out. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes growing red—until, finally, his tears broke free.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

"The kidney inside me… it was Jocelyn's… We were wrong about her all along…" Floating above them, I finally heard the answer I had longed for in life. So… after my death, they did feel sorrow. They did cry. It was just too late. Far too late. They would never receive my forgiveness. And I only hoped that in every lifetime to come, I would have nothing to do with them ever again. Joel ordered his bodyguards to drag Vivian toward the operating room. She struggled in panic. "What are you doing?! Let me go!"

it ok bye eee got a class " "We need to go to the station" Derek said,"guess we have to" I replied. At the station "her family took her body" the policeman replied,"ohhh I see,but did she left anything behide?" Derek asked "Yes,a suicide note," "where is it?her family took it but there's a picture of it" He gave the picture to us,and the note says "Am guilty of my crime Benita have been a great friend but I killed her,mom and dad take care,punishing myself for my crime"

"I don't have a birthday." Jenny blinked. "Wait—what? How can you not—?" "Dead people," I said, locking eyes with Daniel, "don't celebrate birthdays." Then I turned and walked out.

--- Ilyra remained awake. --- One final file rested open in front of her. Old. Very old. Almost deleted. --- She turned the last page. Read the final notation. Then froze. --- SUCCESSFUL REINTEGRATION SUBJECT REPORTED NO FURTHER ATTACHMENT DISTRESS --- Beneath it: --- SUBJECT EXPIRED ELEVEN DAYS LATER --- No cause of death. No explanation. No supplemental report. Nothing. --- Just success. Then death. --- Ilyra stared at the page.

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.