Death Note Beyond Novels & Stories

The walls had been repainted, and new furniture now occupied the living room, but the faint scent of her mother's favorite lavender cleaner filled her nose along with the smell of something cooking. “You didn’t call,” Dorothea said, shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t have time,” She replied flatly, setting her suitcase down near the stairs. Her mother wrung her hands. “You should’ve called.” “What difference would it have made?” Kallista snapped. Before Dorothea could respond, a deep voice cut through the tension. “Kallista? Is that you?” Benedict Jones entered the room, a glass of whiskey in hand. The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anyt

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

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

said the little boy, trying to pacify his mother. The accident took place in the evening after they attended the birthday celebration of Cassandra's nephew, Billy. Jane had no idea that it will be the last time she will ever see her cousin alive. Tears were all over her face that day, the children could not believe and could not understand what happened to their parents. She has to take care of her nephews and niece. Chairman Agustin and his wife both cried and were devastated when they first heard the news of the demise of their only child.

“Breathe. Don’t leave me like this.” He forced air into her lungs and pressed again, desperate and frantic. But her chest remained still. Her eyes never opened. Lisa Callahan, the heiress who had plotted betrayal and who had promised him a future built from revenge and stolen empires, lay silent. Gone. Peter sat back, drenched and trembling, though his jaw was set tight. The waiter lingered nearby, pale and terrified. “Sir… she—” “No one saw this,” Peter cut him off, his voice low and menacing. His gaze flicked to the unconscious Samuel. “No one knows.”