Fanfiction Death Note Novels & Stories

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.

A handwritten note in bold black ink was written across the paper: Status: "Deceased. Self-inflicted trauma. Case closed." Below that was a signature that froze my blood: A. Vasiliev. Seeing Alexei's name listed as the one who closed the case twisted my stomach. I stared at Nina’s photo for a long time. "What did you do to this girl, Alexei?" I whispered. Then, I heard the sound of a doorknob turning. My heart lurched. I quickly grabbed the paper, folded it roughly, and shoved it into my pocket. Without thinking, I jumped out the window.

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."

In the end, she failed to hold on and fainted. "Mom!" "Sophia!" While they panicked, I walked towards the cell phone Mark had dropped. The screen was showing a still image from a video. Although some parts of it were censored, I could tell right away that it was the Carpenters' living room. It was the place where I had died. The video captured gory footage of Caleb beating me violently. At the end of the video, when Caleb stopped, the attentive viewers noticed that the body of the victim, who was me, didn't move at all. In fact, my chest no longer rose and fell.

“Well, we can discuss that later. For now I want to read this note before your uncle takes it away to be analyzed.” I nodded, pulling a kerchief out of my pocket. I didn't want my fingerprint or hers getting on the note. I also didn't really believe we'd find anything. Whoever did it was a professional. I lifted the note gently, shaking it before I opened it. I ran my eyes over it, blood boiling before I passed it with the kerchief to Aria. She took it carefully, and read. “Death is beautiful, Aria. Back off while you still can.”

I take a long sip of water. “They didn’t want to tell us anything of the deceased, so we have no information about him.” I say quietly “Even so, I don’t think he was at odds with his family like the rest of the victims. His mother seemed to lobe him very much— and so did his soulmate.” “Silver hell,” Cassain recoils “Is she still…?” I nod. Heavy silence drops over the group. The inside of that room is burned in my memory. I reach into my pocket and pull out the one thing I took from that room. I toss the notebook to the center of the table.

My fingernails tore as I pried up the loose board. There, hidden in the dark dust, was a small, leather-bound diary and a dried rose stained with old, brown blood. I opened the first page. The handwriting was mine, but it was frantic, jagged. "If you are reading this, I am dead again. He doesn't know he's doing it. Look at the mirror in the North Tower. The reflection isn't him. It's—" The sentence ended in a bloody smear. Suddenly, a cold hand clapped over my mouth from behind.

She finally whispered: > “I keep burying people who knew how to love me.” Dom answered softly: > “Maybe it’s time you let one live.” LOCATION SHIFT – BIANCA’S SAFEHOUSE The child stood in the hallway. Door ajar. Bianca asleep. A knife in his hand. He crept forward. Paused over her. Then without a sound he set the knife on the floor. Walked out. And whispered to himself: > “She bleeds like me now.” SOLENE’S BLACK NOTEBOOK One final name appears. She didn’t write it.

“What about Esteban? It's only a matter of time before he finds out that you came to see me and then he'll start targeting you! I'm okay since I'm used to his beatings but you…” “Think about yourself only Aunt, don't mind me. I've died once, I don't think I want to die so early a second time.” “W… What?” Cassandra was dumbfounded. “Just take care of yourself. I'll come see you some other time.” By the time I reached my room, the weight of the notebook in my hand felt heavier than it should. I closed the door behind me with a soft click and locked it. Placing the notebook carefully on my bed, I glanced at the plant that was still inside its bottle. I had to get rid of it somehow so I messaged

Lucien killed her. ****authors note**** HELLO friends!!! please don't forget to vote and comment on this chapter. and also do check out my other books like BLOOD MOON: THE LYCAN ALPHA LITTLE WITCH. ARIGATOO