Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

Chapters, plot twists and character deaths. One piece of paper hit the window frame in front of Maya. She read the words that were written in black ink. It said Chapter 87: The Death of Maya Benson. Mayas heart stopped beating. She looked at her hands and they were turning into paper. Her skin was becoming white and black ink was starting to crawl up her arms like veins. The child whispered to Maya "The Author is bored of this story Maya. He is starting the one.. In the next story there is no room for Maya Benson."

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

That is what I thought but… it would be more scary if I did find something weird on it. I sometimes watch movies like when the protagonist finds a mysterious room inside the killer’s house and ends up having tons of dead bodies in it. Oh, I remember one manhwa about a killer who likes to peel onions so that the smell of the blood will not reek off him. He liked his neighbor who is a newspaper writer, he invited him for dinner but ended up discovering a room full of dead bodies. It was an amazing story actually. Hah, I now wonder if his library has some stories like that.

Did he seriously believe this? "If you're a reaper wouldn't you be immortal?" He nodded. "Yes but it doesn't mean we can't die. Reapers kill each other all the time." "Sure how convenient." I scoffed. What kind of bullshit was this? "You tried to kill your self the first time when you were fourteen. You tried to take all your sleeping pills you mom made you take all at once. I watched you do it. I felt so terrible for you that I forced you to vomit the pills up and healed you. You were so out of it you called me your angel." How did he know that.

How could someone be so bold that they would murder others in public? "D-Don't kill me. I'll pay you. I'll give you all my money." But the man simply sneered. As he tightened his grasp, Mara felt herself suffocating. Mara's body kept wriggling in the air. She finally saw the man's eyes beneath the brim of the cap. Those weren't a common man's eyes at all. He was an assassin! In the last few seconds before she died from suffocation, she heard the man say, "This is what you get for snatching things from others. If you owe someone, you'll eventually have to pay up."

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

‎‎I watched him intently, trying to understand the meaning behind his action but it wasn't until he walked away that I carefully obliged, and not because I wanted to but because my legs were indeed starting to hurt and I, myself, hadn't noticed. ‎"Is this what you people do before you kill someone off? Gentle care before a quick execution? Die-with-the-feeling-that-you-were-cared-for-before-your-last-breath kind of thing?" ‎Those were the words that laced my lips instead of a thank you. My bones were tensed but I couldn't let down my guard around either of them. ‎Kael let out an amused chuckle but as Kiean stood to his feet, the laughter faded into a cough.

I looked in Mason's direction and I saw him also pouring himself a drink. "You should watch how you drink," I cautioned him using the mind link, he paused what he was doing before raising his head to face me. "You can't drink here," I added. He dropped the cup in his hand before sighing. "I shall tell a story," The performer announced, I faced her again to see her still seated. "My story is based on death and its weakness," "Death and its weakness?" Alpha Zayne asked from where he sat. "Yes, death found its weakness," She answered, I heard a faint giggle after she said that.

Flavian Moreno’s POV This story about Anabel's mother's death had become a challenge for me. I had never encountered anything so peculiar. And I had never come across an investigation so full of flaws. The detective who handled the case simply settled for what appearances indicated and closed the inquiry in less than twenty-four hours, listing the cause of death as suicide.