Halle Death Note Novels & Stories

“Then maybe don’t waste my time and make it ideal.” Hale’s jaw ticked. “We’re investigating the death of Councilman Harrow, as you know. Preliminary reports suggest foul play. You were both seen leaving the east wing of the gala minutes before his body was discovered.” Roman’s gaze sharpened. “Seen by who?” Hale flipped open the folder. “Several witnesses. Including Mr. Dante Valerio.” Roman laughed, that low, humorless sound that made the air shift. “Of course.” Elena tilted her head, masking the flicker of nerves that sparked in her stomach.

The Castle. Defeating the laws of speed and distance they challenged the time and there they were. The hall wasn’t that empty like last time. Ace and Zol were sitting on their respective seats. While Adam was sitting on a chair facing the center. Unbothered by Stephen or his friends. Stephen followed his gaze and his cool was shattered. Callum was tied to a chair. Conscious. Afraid. Crying. Gagging on the cloth tied in his mouth. "Why"? He just turned to Zol who pointed at Adam.

I clenched my hands tightly. Panic gripped me as I recalled the helplessness I had felt in my dying moments during my previous life. When I felt the strength returning to my palms, I was finally certain—I had been reborn. I glanced at the clock, knowing I would be informed that my house was on fire soon. Right on cue, the phone rang. It was our neighbor, Paula Klein. She yelled, "Caroline, get back here! Luna and Liam are home napping. Emery just left, and he isn't picking up his phone! Hurry!"

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

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

He was able to find and contact her this entire time but yet he didn’t. Halle always believed that he was probably dead, seeing the kind of lifestyle he was into, she feared that the people he said were after him finally got to him and killed him. Yet here he was. He was seated on the royal blue sofa when Halle entered the living room. She had taken a warm shower and changed, not like she needed to do so but she desperately wanted to feel water on her skin, she made herself comfortable and just did it. Maybe in hopes that memories of him would wash away from her mind and then she’ll wake up from this nightmare.

She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white. Her face went deathly pale, and she stumbled back. The death certificate slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. "No… No, it's impossible. Queenie can't be dead. How could she be dead? Xavier, what kind of nanny did you hire to watch her?"

A few moments later, it creaked open. “Lucien? I was in the bathroom, and I heard you screaming my name. Is everything okay?” She asked with a hint of confusion in her voice. I let out a relieved breath I had no idea I had been holding. “Come here.” I pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m so happy you are alive.” “Is my father dead?” She asked as we broke the hug. I nodded. “Yes, I made sure to kill him by myself.” Halle’s expression was unreadable and I understood her reaction. “Everything is over now,” I added, my voice low.

Alexander shoved me behind him, every part of him radiating lethal intent. “How the hell did you get in?” Alex growled. Light flickered at the far end. A silhouette stepped forward. Richard Hale smiled. “Easy,” he said. “You left the door open… for me.” A cold wind swept the hallway. No. Not a wind. An explosion of sparks from the electrical grid overloaded, sabotaged. The last emergency light sputtered, casting just enough glow for me to see Hale raise a small device. And hear him whisper “I only need her alive.” Before pressing the trigger. A deafening blast tore through the hallway straight toward me.

Megs butt in! "What?! Are you telling me that I killed Deku without me knowing?!" "Hey. Guys! The doctor said, Deku died on heart attack. Don't blame her." Lara argued. "But do you really forget about Deku?" Driana asked and draw near me. "I didn't forget him—" I suddenly stopped talking when I saw Driana's mischievous smirked! "Nice." She whispered. Wait...