Beyond Birthday Death Note Novels & Stories

He smirked on the phone's camera and that is when she came out of her trance. Grabbing her hand he pulled her towards the island counter where they were cutting the cake. Charlie placed a candle on the cake and lit it. "Make a wish." Charlie mumbled and Leon closed his eyes. His hands never leaving hers, he squeezed her hand -I'm always here- before blowing the candle. The guys cheered as he cut the cake and fed it to her. Followed by Charlie, Finn and Caleb. "So Mr. Leon Alessandro turned 27 eh?" Finn nudged him in the ribs only to earn a smack on the head.

He pushed back Sage's phone and said, "This concerns the future listing operation of Mimosa. Even though she's his wife, she wouldn't make such a hasty decision." Naturally, Sage noticed Shane's impatience. She casually smiled and said, "Mr. Morrison, take another look at this." She pulled up a photo. In it, Benjamin and his wife were posing with an elderly lady in a wheelchair. Sage explained, "The elderly lady is Benjamin's mother-in-law. A few months ago, she had a heart attack and was on the verge of death. A nurse performed timely resuscitation, which saved her life. Mrs. Xenith is particularly grateful."

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

"Jasmine, those who hurt you have paid the price. If there's a next life, you'll be born into a family that truly loves you. "I should go. Work's been a bit busy. Next time, I'll bring your favorite, chilled white wine." Lilith gently brushed the dust from Jasmine's smiling portrait on the stone. She smiled faintly at Jasmine's photo, then turned and walked away. A breeze passed. A small bird flew to the tombstone, flapped its wings lightly, and pecked away the nut on the cake.

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.