Fanfiction Death Note Novels & Stories

Sabrina sighed and shook her head slowly feeling sorry for the victim who was murdered. Josh didn't comment on the news. He sighed softly and asked. "Do you still want to watch the romantic movie?" He wasn't in the mood to think of any disturbing news. His mind went back to the note sent to Sabrina. Death note. Death. He didn't want Sabrina to end up like the victim. He had to find out who sent that note.

She ended the call. She crossed to the bed. She sat beside Lorenzo. She picked up the seventh notebook. She held it. "Thank you," she said. "For writing it down." "It needed somewhere to be," he said. "Yes," she said. "It did." She put it on the nightstand. She looked at the April night through the open window. The arc was complete. The full shape of her father finally held. Not a wound. Not a mission. A man who had trusted the right people and been killed before he finished and had left behind a daughter and a wife and a man with thirty dark blue notebooks who had all carried different pieces of the same thing forward.

Every sealed code feels less like bureaucracy and more like a hand still pressed over a mouth. I walk the length of the room once after the others have stepped out to take a short break and stop in front of the screen that still shows the overwritten night logs. The timestamps are ordinary. The missing names are not. Someone sat at a terminal or stood over a physical book and decided that a person would no longer exist in the official story of this pack. That decision held for years. It held through Dorian’s rule. It held through the transition. It held until a woman who had been dead for more than a decade left a single careful note for a daughter who had not yet learned how to read the sha

Impossible. He had watched him bleed out. Watched him die. This couldn’t be real. Then his gaze shifted to the note in his hand "She's Mine, Sigewuf"

Harder. “Who left this?” he demanded. Lucian shook his head. “We don’t know.” Adrian crouched beside the scrapbook, examining the first note without touching it. His calmness wasn’t comforting—it was clinical, the kind of calm that came before a calculated takedown. “He wasn’t supposed to die,” Adrian read aloud, his voice low. “So whoever wrote this thinks the death was deliberate… or premature.” Arian’s little fingers clenched around my shirt.

They won't even notice I'm gone. Exhaling deeply, I move from the window to my drawer where I've hidden the poison I'd drink. First, I take out the death note I've written from the drawer and staring at it, leads to tears brewing in my eyes. Unfortunately, they'd be blaming me for Zac's death already because I didn't show remorse. Pathetic. Grabbing the poison jar, I place the note on my bed and standing opposite my bed post, I open my mouth and gulp down every liquid from the jar.

I am so confused that my mind is going to burst out already. I opened the files that Inspector Kyline emailed at me. It was the suicidal note that Jean Fajardo had written before she dies. I also look at Jean Fajardo’s notebook when she was a college student and there’s no difference between them. Everyone would think that she really did write it. But there’s a lot of suspicious thing here. She did not die to an accident. Based on her medical records she was already dead before an accident happen. But why did the police didn’t look further in that part? When they saw the suicidal note they are already convinced that it was suicide even though her medical records is telling otherwise.

Selene, Kael, Valkyrie, Rynese And Zara. The note was in the middle of the room, it looked like a death note. "So..." Rynese began. "Let's discuss the obvious, here." "No." Kael replied immediately. Rynese blinked. "I haven't even said anything yet." "I know." "Then how do you know it's obvious?" He fired back. "Because it's you." Rynese pointed at the note. "What if we use it?" The room went silent, nobody answered him immediately.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.