Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

A dead man can't hurt me and a mere bunch of flowers is nothing to make a fuss about. There is a small envelope tucked discreetly in the bouquet. I pluck it out. It is black with gold letters spelling out the words “my condolences” on it. I rip the envelope open and there is a picture in it. I turn the picture over to look at it and my body goes cold. In the picture, I am standing at Howard’s grave and placing a bouquet on it. It is taken through the reticle of a sniper. Aimed directly at my forehead.

I had just stepped outside when I saw Olivia's twisted, contorted expression flash in time with the lightning. A split second later, the crimson numbers above her heart flared. "Olivia!" I ran straight toward her without a second thought. The rain beat down on my back as I went. As her death timer started to blare, her terrified face merged with the headlights of a speeding motorcycle cutting through the rain. Lucas and I watched as Olivia was thrown into the air like a ragdoll, followed by the screech of emergency brakes. Olivia hit the ground hard.

There is a white rose on the death card, which represents new beginnings after death to see the positivity of a tragic situation and hope for a new life. ‘Death again?’ I sighed. I thought I just saved Eric from the accident months ago, when I traveled time. Does someone I know is going to die, or was it me? Or maybe it’s the end of something, a relationship or just anything that is about to come to an end. And the shadows, do they mean a dark past? Or perhaps sad memories? But what about the Japanese woman, who is she? I don’t know. I looked at the opened window of the bedroom, thinking about the Japanese woman in my dream.

THE SETTING WAS unnerving—it played off like one of those whodunnit shows that you'd always want to see in real life. With all the Case Closed and Hardy Boys the people have read, it then seemed like a great idea. But now that it's here, the air was tenser than a coin toss from a Clint Eastwood neo-western film. Margaret Bishop Charles Pierre Alfred IV Charles Pierre Alfred V Albert Meyer VV According to the guests and witnesses’ statements, these were the last people to see Ana until her demise. GD also had to be in the room because he was the last person registered as a caller from her phone.

He holds his breath, embarrassed by Hyang catching him secretly staring at her while blushing like a crazy pervert old man. "This is yours," the girl says, holding up a piece of paper and indicating that Shin should take it as his task. He tentatively extends his hand and takes the paper from her. However, the detective accidentally brushed her tip finger, sending electricity into his brain. Shin jerked his hand back and dropped the paper on the floor.

Out of utter curiosity, Jasper and I studied the paper Nathaniel just showed us. It was a photo of someone's conversation that involves business payment transactions. And it says the other person in the conversation is the killer sending a visual confirmation of a dead wolf. So, I checked the list on my phone and just found out two of them were already deleted. From fifteen, it goes down to thirteen. And while staring at Joshua and Justine's names, my worries and fears could not help but emerge on their own.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

Adam replied with an obvious smile. I paused. I then looked into Adam's eyes. "After you leave this room, please erase all your memories of this night or morning. Pretend we haven't met today, and don't make any suspicious moves. We agreed to this." I held out my hand in front of Adam. Adam took it, shaking my hand as proof that we were going to forget what had happened that night. "Mahira!" called a voice from outside. "Mahira!" the man shouted again when he didn't hear my reply from inside.

They explained, forcing our gaze to the corner, where the objects that they mentioned were right where they were supposed to be. “Other than that though, I also would like to announce the autopsy report.” They also announced, before clearing their throat, and giving out the information that we needed, “Contestant Aka Nishinzu, Status: Deceased. Time of Death: 11 PM. Cause of death: Unknown.” While we all listened, Liam scrambled to the corner, and hastily wrote down the information, taking charge in place of Mia or… Aka. “With this information given, the trial will begin in a short amount of time. Until then though, have a safe investigation!” The Loudspeaker finished, before shutting off en