Beyond Birthday Death Note Novels & Stories

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

His conscience came crashing in, judging him mercilessly. “No, no, no!!!!! I killed my mom… Mom!!!!! Mom!!!!” He cried out. “Mommmmmmmmmm!!!! It’s my birthday… Why did you have to die?! Wake up, Mom!” He broke down, smashing decorations and throwing things. “Vincenzo, stop! Your mom isn’t here… It’s your birthday, and it’s a surprise… “No!!! I can literally see blood… I killed so many people… Oh no! I’m so bad… I’m so evil…”

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.

As a child, I had shown a natural talent for singing, but our family's limited finances were redirected to fund Andrea's painting lessons, leaving my passion neglected. Fiona lit up at the idea, clapping her hands together. "Good idea! It's your birthday, too. Let's make it a double celebration." My faint smile masked a bitter pang. They'd conveniently forgotten that my actual birthday was a week earlier. Years ago, Andrea had suggested merging our birthdays to make things more fun, and our parents had jumped on it, gushing over how clever she was. From that moment on, her birthday overwrote mine, erasing me a little more.

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

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.