Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

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The cave went suddenly silent, because of the link, all the fire demons were connected with each other, but with Sara playing her own trick from the back, manipulating their life force and uniting it, not only their cores were connected but their lives, and with one life being put to rest, the rest soon followed. DISCLAIMER : THE LINE "DEATH IS NOT THE OPPOSITE OF LIFE BUT ITS SUPPLEMENT" THAT SARA REMEMBERED WAS ACTUALLY SOMETHING I READ IN HARUKI MURAKAMI4S MASTERPIECE? NORWEGIAN WOOD, JUST FOR LITERARY HONESTY

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

This time, instead of looking at the door, I looked at the walls around me. The first time, I thought this was about physical defense. The second time, I thought it was hide-and-seek. The third time, I thought it was a psychological game. The fifth time, I thought it was a timed survival scenario. Reality showed me that all of these approaches had already been accounted for. It was as if there were an invisible scriptwriter behind this death game. Every time I thought I had the main storyline, it just told me that was a side quest. So then… What was the real main quest?

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Detective Charlie Reed order with authority. A cartoon cup filled with coffee remain untouched. The smoke coming indicate how it has been freshly-brewed that time. The lights flickered. To think how casual the room appeared deems the unlikely confrontation of the death found earlier this morning. Refuge scavenge to know the truth underlies the key that Ella could give towards how Indigo peril.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

I muttered. “I'll write her name in my Death Note,” she promised. I glanced at her. “I won't stop you.” “What are you two whispering about?” Eleonor squeezed in between us. “We're just planning a murder.” Joy shrugged, and Eleonor's eyes widened. For a moment, I stopped breathing. I couldn't believe Joy said it so casually, but then Eleonor smirked and asked, “And who will be the unlucky victim?” “The blond-haired, half-brained creature in the red dress, standing in front of us,” Joy answered.

Detective Charlie Reed order with authority. A cartoon cup filled with coffee remain untouched. The smoke coming indicate how it has been freshly-brewed that time. The lights flickered. To think how casual the room appeared deems the unlikely confrontation of the death found earlier this morning. Refuge scavenge to know the truth underlies the key that Ella could give towards how Indigo peril.