Halle Death Note Novels & Stories

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

I found the name of the club the Red death but it has a different name on it, it has Rarf's name attached to it. It had to be some other Rarf right? For the business aspect, I need to ask Nico about it and he will never release those type of information to me so I knew the passwords for some things and with that I was able to hack into their software system. They were a lot of documents and thankfully, they were in serial letters, A-Z. I search for Alvaro and found out that he wanted someone to died, looking at the face I remember that I was the one that killed the person and his entire family consisting of kids as well.

"It was you. It had to be you!" "Let go of me! We're done." I yanked my arm back. "You killed my mom!" He abruptly grabbed me by my neck. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear me apart. "You always said you could see when someone's going to die. You did this. You cursed my family. Give me back my mother!" "Do you really think I'm the one who killed her?" I sneered. "We're strangers now. I didn't want to hurt you, but since you want to know, let me set things straight—the ones who killed her are you and Yvette!"

"She was declared dead by the hospital four days ago. And you're only finding out now?" The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen as if struck by lightning. David's eyes widened, staring at the photo on the screen. "You must be mistaken. How could she be declared dead so suddenly?" He grabbed the officer's arm as his voice trembled. The officer impatiently shook him off. "The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?"

Then a third time, because her brain refused to accept it. Hello, Selene Vale You thought you shut me up. But you didn’t. I’ll be your greatest nightmare. — Your investigator, Kenneth Dunlap. The room tilted. Selene staggered back, the note slipping to the ground, like a black butterfly. “No,” she whispered. “No—” Her chest tightened. Her breath came shallow, frantic. He was supposed to be dead. She had made sure of it. Her phone slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the marble floor.

The chute swallowed the evidence with a soft hiss. I walked back to Neoma's door. I swiped my clearance card. The lock disengaged. I pushed the door open. The room was dark. The bed was made, the sheets crisp and undisturbed. The air smelled faintly of lavender detergent, but the room was empty. I pulled out my datapad. Checked the internal trackers. Subject Neoma: Sub-Basement 4. Proximity: Subject Guller. I let out a short, harsh breath. The assassin had died for a ghost.

He'd walked in like he owned the place, found me, and brought his axe down on my throat. That passcode was something I'd put together by mixing my first girlfriend's birthday with a string of random characters. No one on earth could've known it but me. Even a top-tier hacker would've needed time to crack it. Yet my killer had done it in three seconds flat. The second time, I'd learned my lesson and stopped relying on tech. Instead, I'd used my build to my advantage and squeezed into the central AC maintenance hatch in the living room ceiling. It had been a total visual blind spot. To avoid giving myself away, I'd even taken meds to slow my heart rate, and I'd held my breath.

**UNKNOWN LOCATION** The room was dimly lit by the glow of multiple computer screens. The air was thick with the low hum of cooling fans and the faint scent of stale coffee. A lone figure sat hunched over a large desk, fingers flying across three different keyboards at once. Lines of code, security feeds, and encrypted files scrolled rapidly across the monitors. The hacker — known only as “Ghost” in certain dark circles — had been digging for weeks, following every trail related to the Hale family and the mysterious scholarship girl who had suddenly appeared in Cassian Hale’s life.

And if the Montrells had to choose between a Trevino and a Dregory—I already knew where I stood. I turned around again and looked at them, just in time for me to see Nadine hop inside the car that Kenzo was driving. I had no idea where they were heading, and I didn’t have any courage to ask. Alpha Jace took me with him, and we began clearing Maddox and Maximus’ bodies as well as their men’s. Someone also found a notebook indicating a list of people who had already died. It was Maddox’s Death Journal. List of people that died in his hands or were ordered to be killed.

She turned away and moved toward the couch, dragging her fingers through her hair. Then she spun back around. “You’re impossible.” “Not to you, Starlight,” A knock sounded at the door, cutting through the tension. Halle flinched, her head snapping toward it. I opened it halfway to see Damon standing there. “What is it?” “We found the signal,” Halle’s breath caught behind me. “Location?” I asked, already losing patience. Damon hesitated. “In this building,” This building? That's bold. “Floor?” He looked past me briefly. Then back at me.