Death Note Christmas Novels & Stories

I muttered. “I'll write her name in my Death Note,” she promised. I glanced at her. “I won't stop you.” “What are you two whispering about?” Eleonor squeezed in between us. “We're just planning a murder.” Joy shrugged, and Eleonor's eyes widened. For a moment, I stopped breathing. I couldn't believe Joy said it so casually, but then Eleonor smirked and asked, “And who will be the unlucky victim?” “The blond-haired, half-brained creature in the red dress, standing in front of us,” Joy answered.

Olivia was hurrying to leave, but she suddenly paused in her tracks. As she listened to the exploding sound far away, she felt like her feet were frozen; she couldn't move. It was the sound of a small bomb instead of a gunshot. Even if they had noticed Undecim, why would they attack him with bombs? There was only one answer: the chip in the ring had a self-destruction program. However, this information was not in the documents they received. Was Undecim killed by the explosion?

"Miss Donna, would you mind telling me where the cemetery is? I just want to make sure she's safe." "Of course, Alpha. I understand the mate bond." After learning where the cemetery is, I thanked Donna and hit the road. I drove for about an hour when I was coming up on a small florist boutique, where I saw Winter with a small bouquet of different flowers. I pulled off to the side of the road and waited until she passed me so I could follow her without being noticed. I ended up following her to a parking lot where I watched her get out of the car and walk to a headstone. I stripped out of my clothes and shifted into Shadow.

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

‎‎I watched him intently, trying to understand the meaning behind his action but it wasn't until he walked away that I carefully obliged, and not because I wanted to but because my legs were indeed starting to hurt and I, myself, hadn't noticed. ‎"Is this what you people do before you kill someone off? Gentle care before a quick execution? Die-with-the-feeling-that-you-were-cared-for-before-your-last-breath kind of thing?" ‎Those were the words that laced my lips instead of a thank you. My bones were tensed but I couldn't let down my guard around either of them. ‎Kael let out an amused chuckle but as Kiean stood to his feet, the laughter faded into a cough.

It's a soft kiss but one that is promising her that nothing ends tonight. This is the beginning of something new. "Merry Christmas Ghost." 'Merry Christmas babe." END OF VOLUME FOUR

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."

The same man said, walking towards where Lena and Jeremy stood. They all couldn’t see the girl but her scent was everywhere. “Jeremy, long time no see!.” Death said with a sinister smile. He almost raised his hand to hug Jeremy when his eyes laid on a certain someone. “You brought her!!.” Death asked with an angry tone. “Why do you have to be behind anything bad?!!” Lena asked with disappointment in her voice. Chris was shocked, so were others except Jeremy. Lena freed herself from Jeremy, he pulled her back but she struggled to get free.

Sometimes the less they know the better, they can’t get him in trouble that way, and they cannot be classified as an accessory, but they know enough that even if this place is found in the short term, it will only carry all Draven’s usual markers and will not be enough to raise suspicions that Draven also died here. It could be a night like any other. Two people stand at the sink, one washing the dishes and one drying the few dishes left from the very basic celebratory meal prepared in the aftermath of it all. Only tonight there is a subtle sort of jubilance in the air. It is almost hard to imagine a life was taken by the hands which are now dipped into the warm soapy water. It was satisfyin