Fanfiction Death Note Novels & Stories

She stood at the front door, knocking for what seemed like an eternity, but there was no response. Damn it! What is this jerk up to? Diana started feeling a bit uneasy. Just as she was considering whether she should break in, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. She looked down and noticed a note sticking out from under the door. Diana: ??? What's this?! She picked up the note from the ground and unfolded it. It read - "I am already dead." Diana: ...Nonsense! She crumpled the note into a ball and banged on the door.

When he already put the heart inside the box, the guy holding it secure the box by locking it then left. He looked again to the guy lying on the ground. “Clean my mess,” he ordered his men while looking so happy. “Yes sir!” all of his men chorused in answering. He walked towards his seat and got the notebook on his desk. He then walked again to the place where Vincent died. He slowly let his fingers cross to the blood on the floor. He smelled it first then used his blood to mark “X” on Vincent’s face on his list. “Vincent Finesse… dead,” he said while smiling then he licked his fingertips. He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body.

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

But everything bad did. She climbed upstairs without another word. … The next afternoon, she met up with Lila and Dorian again. The sun was out, warm and bright against the city skyline. They sat at their usual café spot a hidden garden terrace that smelled of coffee and rain. Lila was in her usual thrifted sundress, her dark curls pulled up messily. “So you got a death note from someone at the party,” she said, stirring her drink. Hailey groaned. “Don’t say it like that.”

Not with that memory burned behind my eyes. I left a note. No tears. Just ink. I slipped out the back door. ** Caelum Pov Lucien found me in the study an hour later. "She’s gone." My head snapped up. "What?" He handed me a note. Her handwriting. Sharp. Final. **I won’t be your ghost. I won’t be Mirelle. Find someone else to haunt.** And beneath it— No pressed flower. Just silence. I looked out the window. And whispered her name. "Ardyn."

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

I grab her hands instinctively. “Did you hear?” she says excitedly, then suddenly lets go of my hands. “I can’t believe she dared to fake her fall just to extort money from us!” Her eyes flash with irritation. My throat tightens. “Ye… yeah.” My voice lowers, the news of her death still ringing in my mind. The suicide note she left behind, confessing to everything. “But—” “You know what?” she cuts in briskly. “Let’s not let the story about her ruin the mood today. I guess she got what she deserved for trying to belong where she doesn’t belong.”