Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

And then they saw it Pinned to Nico’s chest: A burned name tag. The last word barely readable: “SO.LENE” CUT TO: MORROW – MID-CONFERENCE TIME: 5:14 a.m. A courier entered mid-speech. Morrow paused. “What is it?” The man didn’t speak. He handed her a small envelope. Inside? The bullet casing. A photo of Nico’s corpse. And beneath it No words. Just a smear of lipstick in her shade… …and a single red hairpin. Morrow stared at it.

I said again, but he was already tearing at the paper with hands that had gone pale. Inside was a small wooden box, the kind used for jewellery. And a note. Alejandro read the note first, his face turning white. Without a word, he handed it to me. The message was typed, simple, direct: "She dies next." With shaking hands, I opened the box. Inside, sitting in black velvet, was a single bullet. Cold bullet.

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

I wanted to make it a surprise for Ryan, and then grant him a lethal death. In the blink of an eye, all the mutant dogs lay down dead on the floor, their corpses littered all over the cliff bottom, and I could feel the angry stares of the venom woman herself. Not only that, the crowds stood in curiosity waiting for the strange sliver of a being that appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered all their players. Slowly, I let the light diminish, and my face became visible under the reflection of the dark sky and the glowing moon. A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible."

His pupils contracted in terror. "What are you trying to do–" I was faster. After all, I had rehearsed this moment in my mind countless times over the past ten years. The needle plunged into his neck. Before he could finish speaking, his body went limp and collapsed to the ground. Calmly, methodically, I put on a pair of gloves and dragged him toward my car. A few years ago, I had moved my brother's grave. I chose the most remote corner of the cemetery, right beside a secluded side gate.

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.

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.

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