Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

The enemy has been slain. "The black envelope I gave to you was called a death note. There are three types of a cause of death that you will be encountered," he was saying that's while raising his three fingers. He looks cute with that so I had to hold back a smile for him not to notice it while looking at him. Difficult but manageable. I guess, "the first one is the fated death means the human is fated to be death by the time being, in the short game over." he bored explained that somehow I understand. "The next one is the accidental death meaning they are not supposed to die but they have to, in order to balance the human world." This time he makes a serious face. "While the last one was t

After bringing the suspect into custody to the agency, the detective seems to hear deja vu. The suspect says he's not at fault and also makes good arguments, but the lie detector catches something. The detective can also see (hear) that he is lying, among the suspect's documents, the detective finds incriminating evidence. A medical certificate for the day the moon died. He asks one of his colleagues to check the paper, after a single glance they come to a conclusion, and false. The police chief orders the suspect immediately arrested for lying to police and murder. The detective's case is closed again, but this time everyone celebrates and congratulates the detective. Reporters who hav

Me: “What’s so funny, Selene? Delete this.” The bubbles appeared again, lingered for an agonizing moment, and then her final, devastating command landed. Selene: “You’re going to have to come delete this yourself, Mr Lancaster.” The phone slipped from my numb fingers and thudded onto the desk. The trap hadn’t just been sprung, it had been lying in wait for me all along. And I had walked right into it.

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.

I answered curtly. "Brilliant." He grinned grimly, showcasing his rows of sharp teeth. Dazzlingly white and pointed. The blank piece of paper that sat on top of the briefcase began to bleed with words and formed sentences. "I, Death, agree to grant Reniella De Vega a single wish if she successfully collects the soul of Deshawn Cervantes within the time period," he read out from memory. Then, he fished a ballpoint pen from the inside of his suit jacket and placed it next to the paper.

Which only came out nothing but a low muff sound that didnt even reach the other side o0f the thinking wall. *1 day before* “Today biggest breaking news we have just received the report, the official report of the mysterious Suc^^de of the world-famous painter. Wanatabe Dong-jun into his late 60s who was found dead in his own room” the reporter paused at the image of the Dong-jun. Takeshi’s father flashes in front of the television screen. “The report that has been that there were three dead bodies were found in the basement locked with and tied in the chair. With their arms that were cut open and the blood that were dipping down on the bucket”

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

I slip the diary behind me to prevent her from spotting it. ‘Won’t you sleep?’ ‘I guess I will,’ I say and hug her. For the first time in the past fortnight, I feel sleepy. The images are still there in my head but they are blurring a little. Suddenly, my head is filled with images from the notes in that diary. The guy. His best friend. The pretty girl. The unfortunate sister. The inconsiderate guy. There are no faces in the pictures in my head, there are no places, but there is a story. The story of a person who is now dead. The dead guy left a story behind. A story that I have to make sense of. It is incomplete and I cannot let it be that way. The girl has to know.

Three days ago was the day the drug dealers took me away. Looking at Zack's distant expression, I suddenly remembered how, at Mom's funeral, he'd tearfully asked me to drop dead. Would he be happy to know that I was dead now? I quietly stayed by his side, watching as he methodically cleaned up the autopsy table. Everyone started returning one by one. Zack's assistant soon walked in with a document in hand. "Are the results ready?" he asked, looking at the assistant. The assistant nodded, his expression turning grim. "I ran a DNA comparison at the police database. The victim is…"