Beyond Birthday Death Note Novels & Stories

"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.

He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."

Perhaps she could offer guidance or assistance in our battle against Mavros. As I moved from my closet to retrieve my backpack, an arrow whizzed through the air, narrowly missing me. Someone was attempting to kill me. With trembling hands, I picked up the arrow, noticing a note attached to it. Your father's death was just the beginning, a warning of my reign. I will systematically destroy everyone you hold dear. You will watch as I unravel your world and everything within it. Love, Layton. I crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash can, then used a lighter to set it ablaze.

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.

The television was on in front of him. "You're crying? What happened? Are you sick?" Bastian asked excitedly. Renata turned to Bastian. "Bas... hikz..." Bastian walked over to his wife and took a seat on the side of the bed. "What happened?" asked Bastian, cupping Renata's puffy face. "Hikz... not willing..." she sobbed. "What's unwilling?" asked Bastian in confusion. "That, the main male character died. I'm not willing," sobbed Renata. "Why does it have to be a sad ending, why does he have to die and sacrifice his life for the girl," Renata sobbed, making Bastian upset.

--- 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.