Death Note Christmas Novels & Stories

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."

"That's not him. That's not—we just saw him. Last night. We had dinner together. We talked about Christmas. He was—he was fine. He was alive. We were going to see them on New Year's Day. We were going to—" She couldn't finish. Couldn't articulate the plans they made, the future they envisioned. Sunday dinners. Christmas traditions. Meeting the grandchild. All of it reduced to this. To a severed head in a box delivered on Christmas morning. "There's a note," Adam said quietly from across the room, and his voice was rough with suppressed emotion. "Inside the box. Under—under the tissue paper." Killian held Annie tighter, as he could physically prevent her from seeing more, but Annie was alread

"I will not say anymore." "Wait, what? No! I want to hear more!" "Stay away. I don't even want you to even cross that line. You and Ryosuke are brothers but do you have the relationship that I had with my siblings?" She puts on her winter attire and stood up to leave. She then grabbed something and gave it to him. "Merry Christmas." She said and quickly left. He sat down to look at the pillar. Even though it's been years, he can sense the blood on the spot where the stones are. Even though it should be nonexistent, he can sense that blood has been spilled. It seems that she isn't lying about the spot she died on.

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

She dragged Cassian into death with her. They died on Christmas Day. At my mother’s grave, I laid down a bouquet of lilies and whispered, "You can rest now. As for me, I can finally move on."

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

“Wow!” “There's far more later.” “There better be,” she teases before we laugh. I'm so proud that she's mine. “Merry Christmas, my love.” Misha winks, “Merry Christmas, and we will have an extremely good night.” The End —-Author’s Note—- Even if love is fated, we still must strive to accept each other and ourselves. May your holidays be filled with love, not just for others but for yourself, too. Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.