Halle Death Note Novels & Stories

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.

He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot. Sofie delivered the final blow that crushed him. "Wake up! Your Luna is dead! You and your men were the ones who personally dug her body out of the trap! Have you forgotten?"

“To keep their location a secret? Because they think they have all the power. I don’t know Halle. I just know that I have lost my mate in exchange for our mother.” “But you can find Bella, right?” “That’s the plan. I need to get her watch, the one with the tracking device." “Why didn’t he wait?” Leighton asks. “He gave forty eight hours, right? It was what, all of thirty hours before he showed up. Why?” “He said things change.” “Because of Cedric?” He questions. “What about Cedric?” Halle stares at me with wide wet grey eyes. “He’s dead.” “Are you serious?” A smile creeps over her face. “He’s really dead. I don’t have to deal with that man anymore?”

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

The moment his eyes met mine, I knew whatever he had discovered wasn't something minor. "Dr. Kuntz." "Detective." He looked at me for a moment before glancing around the corridor. "Come with me." I followed him into my office and closed the door behind us. "What happened?" I asked immediately. Hale didn't answer at first, he walked toward the window, folded his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. Then he turned around. "We found Adrian Keller." My heart jumped. "You found him?" Hale's expression didn't change. "Yes." Relief rushed through me for half a second, then I noticed his eyes, there was no relief in them, only something dark. "What happened to him?" He stared at me. "Karma.

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.

he says taking River’s hand in his. He opens up the map and points to a place on it “this is where your mother was killed, if you look closely at it, you can see the river marked on it and the bridge crossing over it. Dave isn’t really Dave. He is Darren Hall a witch. We need all the information we can get on him and his coven, ASAP” McKenzie informs them. “Hang on, killed? Wasn’t it a hiking accident?” River asks “sorry love, no. This is the report that the council sent of her death. They reported it was done by rogues and that they had caught them and killed them” he explains.

The driver’s seat was empty, but the interior told a story blood on the console, shattered glass across the floor. Adrien crouched, brushing his gloved fingers along the dash. “Not enough blood for a kill. He’s alive.” Ryan hovered close, voice tight. “Then where is he?” Adrien’s eyes flicked to the back seat. Something glimmered under the dim light Hale’s phone, cracked but still pulsing faintly with blue. Adrien picked it up carefully. The lock screen flashed a string of numbers: 47.09.16 – 08.21.

Jasper’s pupils contracted into tiny dots, his eyes reddening as he stammered, “W-what?! Grandpa… Grandpa is dead? Impossible! How could Grandpa… No way! You—You bitch, don’t you dare lie to me!!” He tried to check something but only then realized he didn’t have his phone on him at all. “Ding—” “Beep—” Suddenly, the room was filled with the sounds of phones buzzing simultaneously. Everyone instinctively pulled out their phones, and on all screens flashed the same breaking news— [Hale Group Chairman Lucas Hale died in a car accident. Investigations indicate the accident was unintentional, and homicide has been ruled out...] A car accident. An accident. “Lucas really died?!”

Yet I know more than anyone in this house now that my supposed father has now passed away. Hard as it was, I stood up to approached him. Trembling, I tried to raise my hand holding the death note. Even though my eyes were blurred with tears, I tried to read it without blinking. "Name: Charles Perelman" It was then that memory began to enter into my mind everything he had done in the world. Those memories made me cry even more because they were all smiling faces of his parents, siblings and relatives. By the time his wife, who was from college, came into his life, he admired her a lot. "Age: 42 years old." Until the memories of marriage, childbirth of his wife, pleasure, sorrow. That went as