Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

"I'm sorry, Luna. I ate your sandwich and your mate right in your bedroom, on the bed that you both share. How delicious. "Keep holding yourself back and keep feigning oblivion." Recalling those words in those texts triggered a throbbing pain in my heart. I put my hands over my heart and took deep breaths. It was alright. It would all soon come to an end, and I would no longer be in pain. I picked up my cell phone and placed it, along with the recording pen, on the report I had carefully prepared for Matthew. I believed that this would be an unforgettable gift for Matthew.

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

We'd chat longer this time, exchange contacts, maybe share a story or two over steaming mugs. I reach my door and fumble with the keys for a moment. Inside, my apartment is a welcome haven of calm. Just the muffled city sounds drifting through the open window. I kick off my shoes by the door, feeling the cool tile under my feet, and head straight to the kitchen to brew some tea. Chamomile tonight, with a dash of honey to soothe my racing thoughts. As it steeps, I pull the note from my pocket and read it again, dwelling on each word. I set it on a small wooden table beside the rose, which is starting to wilt just a touch at the edges but still holds its vibrant red charm. I brush the petals l

Scar Face growled along, “Yeah! You’re buried up to your neck in dirt and won’t be alive for much longer! You might as well do something useful and clear the way for us!” ... Darkness swallowed everything. The seventh night had fallen. In the dormitory, the residents waited as usual for their granny to check in. They waited and waited, but she never came. The frost wraith tightened her floral coat, and for the first time, a worried look appeared on her gray-blue face. She floated out of Dorm 4101. “Granny? Granny?” The Hungry Dead hugged an empty bowl, his stomach growling loud enough to rattle the walls.

"The kidney inside me… it was Jocelyn's… We were wrong about her all along…" Floating above them, I finally heard the answer I had longed for in life. So… after my death, they did feel sorrow. They did cry. It was just too late. Far too late. They would never receive my forgiveness. And I only hoped that in every lifetime to come, I would have nothing to do with them ever again. Joel ordered his bodyguards to drag Vivian toward the operating room. She struggled in panic. "What are you doing?! Let me go!"

“There isn’t one.” “Pity.” Xavier stubbed out the e-cigarette on a nearby coaster. “Look into it anyway. For me.” There was no panic in his tone. No explanation. Just Xavier’s brand of casual apocalypse. He stood, stretched, and nodded once toward Joy. “Cover your neck. Or don’t. I don’t care anymore.” The next morning, Whitmore found another letter. Neatly folded. Untraceable font. > Here is a short story. Once upon a time, a body was buried beneath the oak tree in the woods.

And just like that… DEADLY GAME: SEDUCING THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD has come to an end. 🥹❤️ I honestly don't even know what to say because this story has been such a journey. Thank you so much to everyone who stayed with this story from the beginning, especially those who kept reading even when the updates were slow, the plot got crazy, or you were probably screaming at your screen because of something one of these characters did. 😂❤️

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

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.